I might have got a bit intoxicated when I went back to first-millennium Albion. I don’t remember exactly, but I think I waxed on about nuclear fission as being like a powerful blade splitting the indivisible atom, and that we were still looking for the holy grail of fusion.
Now, back in my own time, I can’t help but think that the Arthurian legend of the sword in the stone is of my making.
Consider this a friendly, local pub. Make yourself at home, bring your friends, have a good time! Meet new people, have a laugh, enjoy the ambience, and the Oxford commas.