Am I Only Qualified to Be a Literary Giant?

Friedrich Randall traveled to the German region in the early 19th century. As the only heir of the emerging bourgeoisie, Randall successfully entered the University of Berlin through his money-making ability and became a glorious college student. Randall: "I want to make a contribution in philosophy!" Schopenhauer: "Randall, a pathetic, disgusting, stupid charlatan! He is not only worthless, but also a harmful, ignorant boaster. He is undoubtedly Hegel's dog!" Randall: "I want to study mathematics and create a new school!" Gauss: "If I praise Landauer, I am complimenting myself, because everything about this work, everything you achieved in it, and everything you failed to achieve, I had thought about it 30 to 35 years ago." Randall: "Mader, a group of talented monsters, I must be studying physics!" Fourier: "What strikes me as strange is that Randall is like a primitive man living in the edifice of natural science, and my contribution to him can only be attributed to the love of God." Randall: "Well, I can write literature, right? Look at my "Les Miserables" and "1993"!" Hugo: "Senior Randall's works are indeed great, but they are still inferior to mine." According to "Century Biography of German Celebrities": "Mr. Randall's success fully proves how capital and public opinion skillfully write their own footnotes in academic history." Randall: "I'm just an ordinary time traveler. Isn't it normal that I can't defeat the talented natives?!"