“And you are the King. You were just born at the wrong time. How to be? But kings do not prove that they are kings. They know this. And some of them even sometimes dress up to act like a groom or a cook. And it’s all a lie, what they later admit in the stable or in the kitchen, it’s a fairy tale, as if they take off their rags and reveal shining camisoles. No, they won’t admit it, none of the lackeys among whom they lived will ever know about it. That's the trick."