The Highlander whistled very softly a bar or two of a wild melody with longing and a poignant sorrow in it.
"That," he said.

"I fight for the old ways and the old days that are passing." Nick Wogan smiled.

"And I for neither--wholly.

I have a little of Talbot in me and more of Charles.

But I strike my blow for romance--the little against the big, the noble few against the base many.