It's all going to be a dreadful mess. I mean, I'll get Arthur up and
running, swords out of stones, all that. Create the fleeting wisp of
glory called Camelot, like a firework, a Roman candle, that sputters
its light through the dark ages and then fades from sight once more.
If I saw it through I'd make it work, you see. It'd all work just
fine. But I won't.
-- Merlin, in BOOKS OF MAGIC #1