V is for Lord Voldemort

Because he was maybe the most gifted student Hogwarts ever saw... y'know, before he started up the whole genocide bandwagon.

U is for Ung-Yong Kim

This one is taken from a photo of Ung-Yong solving a differential equation on Japanese television age SEVEN.  He is believed to have the highest IQ of any person alive (210.)

"He began speaking at 4 months, could converse fluently by 6 months, and was able to read Japanese, Korean, German and English by his second birthday. At the age of 4 he solved a calculus problem on Japanese television.


Kim was a guest student of physics at Hanyang University auditing courses from the age of 4 until he was 7. In 1970, at the age of 8, he was invited to the USA by NASA.  He finished his university studies, eventually getting a Ph.D. in physics at Colorado State University In 1974 (age TWELVE,) during his university studies, he began his research work at NASA and continued this work until his return to Korea in 1978."

T is for Nikola Tesla

When Tesla died (age 86,) he was working on a death ray.  A death ray.

S is for Bruce Springsteen

R is for Mark Rothko

Q is for Q

Y'know, like from James Bond.

P is for Terry Pratchett (with a bonus Neil Gaiman!)

Terry Pratchett made himself a sword out of meteorite.  Also, I have read 98% of everything he's published.  Multiple times.

O is for Otto Octavius

N is for Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered

and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.

Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.