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Penny doesn't think she'd ever tell anyone, but she likes him like this. When he's drunk like this, the stick up his ass removed, she can see the little boy he would've been if he hadn't been busy defining the universe before puberty.
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She knows the end is coming. Penny has been in a lot of relationships, more than she cares to think about, really, but, in any case, she has lots of experience.
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He doesn't have the words to say what he wants to. It is a dilemma he faces on a regular basis. He spends more time attempting to create the right equations to explain the thoughts in his head than actually making discoveries. How to communicate an idea, a thought, when no language for it exists?
This is one of the reasons he's drawn to learning foreign languages. If he learns as many as he can, he could cobble together some sort of Babel language, something that would help him express himself more concisely. In Finnish, for example, there's the word Poronkusema, which means the distance a reindeer can travel without needing a rest period. He loves collecting these words.
Still, it does him no good in his current predicament. He can hear the faint sounds of her crying, muffled by her bedroom door. He does not like the fact she is unhappy (he has calculated a 97.5% probability those are sad tears). He is also not reasonably certain why she is unhappy. He thinks it might be because of the dissolution of her relationship with Leonard, but he is not sure why something as inevitable as the rising sun causes her to cry. Surely, she doesn't weep every morning? It's certainly a physiological possibility, but surely the tears wouldn't be motivated by sorrow. Who would be sad that the sun didn't fail to rise and the Earth wasn't currently facing a catastrophe?
He digresses.
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She knows the end is coming. Penny has been in a lot of relationships, more than she cares to think about, really, but, in any case, she has lots of experience.
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He doesn't have the words to say what he wants to. It is a dilemma he faces on a regular basis. He spends more time attempting to create the right equations to explain the thoughts in his head than actually making discoveries. How to communicate an idea, a thought, when no language for it exists?
This is one of the reasons he's drawn to learning foreign languages. If he learns as many as he can, he could cobble together some sort of Babel language, something that would help him express himself more concisely. In Finnish, for example, there's the word Poronkusema, which means the distance a reindeer can travel without needing a rest period. He loves collecting these words.
Still, it does him no good in his current predicament. He can hear the faint sounds of her crying, muffled by her bedroom door. He does not like the fact she is unhappy (he has calculated a 97.5% probability those are sad tears). He is also not reasonably certain why she is unhappy. He thinks it might be because of the dissolution of her relationship with Leonard, but he is not sure why something as inevitable as the rising sun causes her to cry. Surely, she doesn't weep every morning? It's certainly a physiological possibility, but surely the tears wouldn't be motivated by sorrow. Who would be sad that the sun didn't fail to rise and the Earth wasn't currently facing a catastrophe?
He digresses.