[Late into the dark, stormy night, candle light shines against the window pane of Mark Twain's study. A faint sound of typing is heard.]
As I witness shocks of rising & falling prices of our compounds across our empire. Our elements. By sea, land and air... I harken back to a simpler time. To a beloved speech. To a man we would follow into hell, for a heavenly cause. Many of you know the words. Follow along with me... as I read...
[Settle into chair before the telegraph operator. Skip over first page of speech, turn page slowly. Look up commoners, as you know these words.]
Disclaimer: Mark Twain (1835-1910-To be continued) is unlicensed. His river pilot's license went delinquent in 1862. Caution advised. Daily Paul ☑