I never claimed to be original.

I could have gone long-winded, gotten into Clausewitz, made a side trip into Westphalia with a detour around the Tower of London.

But life is short.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, What day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time; Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. . . .