James Madison sat at his polished desk, engrossed in the task of putting pen to paper. The room was suffused with the soft, warm glow of candlelight, amber hue upon the stacks of documents and books that lined his shelves. Yet, the obligations of his role as a statesman and founding father beckoned him back to his work. With a resigned but determined air, he would return to the task at hand, His internal dialogue, His internal dialogue, tinged with a hint of frustration, "... I'm so.. Bored.."