"_Of_ course--the 'dear old flag'! That's the cheese, isn't it, Burgess?
Been insulted, hasn't it?
And we're all going to Charleston to punch that wicked Beauregard in the nose.

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Burgess, you and I are neglecting our duty as heroes; there's much shouting to be done yet, much yelling in the streets, much arguing to be done, many, many cocktails to be firmly and uncompromisingly swallowed.