[Mostoleswifi-opina] {Spam?} bull-fights they were, too, but just a little weari

Mar Mar 23 05:22:58 CET 2010

Was never known by any other designation afterward, whether in the nation's talk or in grave debate upon matters of state at the council-board of the sovereign. This title, translated into modern speech, would
be THE BOSS. Elected by the nation. That suited me. And it was a pretty

high title. There were very few THE'S, and I was one of them. If you spoke of the duke, or the earl,

or the bishop, how could anybody tell which one you meant? But if you spoke of The King or The Queen or The Boss, it was different. Well, I liked the king,
and as king I respected him--respected the office; at least respected it as much as I was capable of respecting
any unearned supremacy; but as MEN I looked down upon him and his nobles--privately. And he and they liked me, and respected my office; but as an animal, without birth or sham title, they looked down upon me--and were not particularly private about it,

either. I didn't charge
for my opinion
about them, and they
didn't charge for their opinion about me: the account was
square, the books balanced, everybody was satisfied. CHAPTER IX THE TOURNAMENT They were always having grand tournaments there at Camelot; and very
stirring and picturesque and ridiculous human bull-fights they were, too, but just a little wearisome to the practical
mind. However, I was generally
on hand--for two reasons: a man must not hold himself aloof from the things which his
friends and his community have at heart if he would be liked--especially as a statesman; and both as business man and statesman I wanted to
study the tournament and see if I couldn't invent an improvement

on it. That remin
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