Poor ol' T was just born a few centuries late. He or she would be just as content arguing over how many angels coule fir on a pin. Sad.
I mean, when we look at the history of man and war, we find some purdy danged simplistic ends to 'em. Peace ain't the tough. But, no, T wants reems and reems of documents. All i's dotted and all T's (no pun intended" crossed....
Reminds me of a few engineers I know. No flexability. No imagination. Just reema and reems of details...
But, hey, I like T. Why? Heck if I know, but I do... As long as T ain't assigning me yet one more lengthy reading project, thank you.