Here, dear old Titan.
prime minister
[Gulping it down.
Thanks. More. And cigars.
[The minister of war refills the glass and brings cigars. The prime minister wreathes himself in smoke.
chief of staff
[With his back still turned to the others.
I planned this campaign first some twenty years ago. But there was no navy then to speak of, and no airships. It is more intricate now, but very much more interesting as an intellectual problem.
prime minister
[Indicating his glass.