Magrat
Mrs. Rincewind
Wait here I got it.
Love is this mystical thing that will forever be outside the realm of your precious cold, heartless science. Love can only be understood when you open your mind to the duality of the qualia of observer out beyond the event horizon of the formless of the mystical mystery of mysterical mysteriousness.
There is that better?
Well crap. I can't understand this, I'm not smart enough to be in love
