How Bottom, in Executive Time, holes up in his manse in contemplation of his foxy Queen Titania and friends, brooding upon his Fate at the hands of the Faux Monnayeurs of their dreamworld, has become a staple of the world's curiosity, for the kinky reason that he has a twitchy thumb. It was with relief, therefore, that they heard he was no longer especially concerned about the nuclear proliferation he so excited the world about on the Korean peninsula, and indeed was entirely content about it on the Arabian one. That left, miraculously, only pesky Counterfeiters of news, and un-nuclear horror for his pet zealot to conjure.
