A Tad Melancholy

So I finished reading Churchill's massive autobiographical account of the Second World War, and I find that I'm a tad melancholy, as I often am when I reach the end of some enormous hunk of prose that I'm enjoying. I have a couple of lingering tidbits to dole out for those of you who'll never bother reading it (I don't blame you if you're not a war nerd like me), which I will judiciously stretch out so as not to overdo the whole thing.