âThis thrice accursed electronic window has deemed itself incapable of truly channeling my grandeur. Indeed, what medium can? Why, it reminds me of a time from my later youth when the great poet Shakespeare attempted to capture the true magnificence of my person in a single play. Of course once he set about such an endeavor he found that a single work of art cannot truly capture the essence that is the Legendary Holy Sword Excalibur. He set about to do so with two, then with a dozen, then thought that excessive and scaled back to ten, but how wrong he was, and he had to estimate that even a hundred full length productions could not do me justice! And then he died, of completely shameful causes at even attempting such a thing.â
âWhere was I? Oh yes, this place. Since I cannot speak to every single one of you, I will suffice to speak to all of you. On this momentous day, this singular day of the year, I am inclined, nay, obligated to remind each and every one of you, that you...â
âAre Fools.â












