Fantastic Fables by Ambrose Bierce: His Fly-Speck Majesty
His Fly-Speck Majesty
A DISTINGUISHED Advocate of Republican Institutions was seen pickling his shins in the ocean.
"Why don't you come out on dry land?" said the Spectator. "What are you in there for?"
"Sir," replied the Distinguished Advocate of Republican Institutions, "a ship is expected, bearing His Majesty the King of the Fly-Speck Islands, and I wish to be the first to grasp the crowned hand."
"But," said the Spectator, "you said in your famous speech before the Society for the Prevention of the Protrusion of Nail Heads from Plank Sidewalks that Kings were blood-smeared oppressors and hell- bound loafers."
"My dear sir," said the Distinguished Advocate of Republican Institutions, without removing his eyes from the horizon, "you wander away into the strangest irrelevancies! I spoke of Kings in the abstract."