Posterity will know as little of me as I know of posterity.
All bayonets are bad.
In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.
Wherever valor true is found, true modesty will there abound.
To sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block.
I am, in point of fact, a particularly haughty and exclusive person, of pre-Adamite ancestral descent. You will understand this when I tell you that I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule.