As a historian, I love every little detail, but whole long passages about wood paneling and journeys on horseback and every stop at every inn had to go out the window. I decided the history in the books should be like spice in a soup - a little went a long way. Like cilantro.
What you do as a policeman might be the right thing to do, but it's not entertaining. I left that behind me.
Why should I apologize because God throws in crystal chandeliers, mahogany floors, and the best construction in the world?