The shadow under the Great Britain

"Next, please welcome the most honorable recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of the Order of St. Michael and St. George, the Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Bath, the Victoria Cross, and the Knight Commander of the Order of the British Empire; the leader of the anti-colonial cause, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, Fellow of the Royal Society, lifelong friend of literary giants like Dickens and Alexandre Dumas, staunch supporter of scientific luminaries such as Faraday and Darwin, former Assistant Under-Secretary, Under-Secretary, Permanent Under-Secretary of the Home Office and Admiralty, the first Cabinet Secretary and Head of the Civil Service of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, one of our school's first graduates and its most distinguished alumnus in history, the esteemed Sir Arthur Hastings, who will now deliver a speech at the fiftieth anniversary celebration of the University of London." Arthur's gaze swept over the audience, looking at the young faces before him, and he murmured, "Agares, what do you think I should say?" The shadow of the red devil floated behind him, drool nearly dripping from its mouth: "Look at these ignorant souls, they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'll enjoy?" Arthur took a deep breath and let out a thunderous roar: "Oxford is full of sons of bitches!" "Ohhhhh!!!!" The audience erupted in thunderous applause. "And Cambridge too!" he immediately added. The applause grew even louder. (The protagonist, possessed by a demon, traverses 19th-century England in a world without magic.)