There did I (soft, let me drink before I go any further) reign sole king
of the cans and blackjacks, prince of the pygmies, county palatine of
clean straw and provant, and, to conclude, lord high regent of rashers
of the coals and red herring cobs. Paulo maiora canamus. Well, to the
purpose. What stratagemical acts and monuments do you think an
egregious infant of my years might enact?