Charles the Second

Yes, I am still pondering Pale Fire. I am thinking about that competent King with supple lips and manly eyebrows. I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigskins. He reigned with wisdom, and with consideration of all the young, handsome lads grazing the feilds of the palace grounds. Like a loving father he was to the boys, and in tights he paraded proudly about his kingdom like a pillar of fetching royalty. I'd see him sometimes walking the spring hills of Zembla, and he'd beckon me over with the flowery wave of a hand. We would hold hands and run through the tall grass, or skip along together and laugh like boys. Sometimes I would please him by pointing out a Red Admiral bobbing by, or by blowing the fertile fluff of a dandelion into his painful beard. He would lean down with mighty implication and pluck a weedy flower and brush it beneath his nose, and then reach tenderly to tuck it behind my ear. Alas! Now my Zemblan King gone, vanished, and I must move on to experience other Persons. I will never be happy, until I see once again the face of my dear King.