caesar.txt

"No plan of operations extends with any certainty beyond the first contact with the main hostile force" - Moltke the Elder

"Strategy is a system of expedients. It is more than science, it is the translation of science into practical life, the development of an original leading thought in accordance with the ever-changing circumstances." - Moltke the Elder

# A soliloquy of Marc Antony

O pardon me thou bleeding piece of earth
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers
Thou art the ruin of the noblest man
Who ever livèd in the tide of times
Woe to the hands that shed this costly blood
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips
And beg the voice and utterance of my tongue
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered by the hands of war
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds
Then Caesar's spirit, raging with revenge
With Ate by his side come hot from hell
Shall in these confines and with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men groaning for burial


And I refuse to believe the things that are said to be
let alone those that are not!