in finding (isolated) that apex-aside of the snideliest malevolent-PM of all Time!
(Bonus: at its conclusion, various mixes of, Does not one Wish.. one was possessed of such a rapier (even one..) within one's own puling store of ripostes?)

Ah well, we the proud, the ruthless (though cuthless) must dawdle on.. all illegible, from our guzzles to our zatches
--at least plagiarizing the best. er, cf.

Bravo! Sir Ian
(I shall always wonder what he might have mumbled-under-breath? on the occasion of receiving that broad-sword, gently, across his bowed shoulder.)