“I am the King.” Ah, but which king? The monarch who had stood on these granite flagstones — scarcely worn… — Arthur C. Clarke
“I am the King.” Ah, but which king? The monarch who had stood on these granite flagstones — scarcely worn then, eighteen hundred years ago — was probably an able and intelligent man; but he failed to conceive that the time could ever come when he would fade into an anonymity as deep as that of his humblest subjects.
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