Short Story The King was acutely aware of the smallness of his stature. In fact he was the smallest man among all his adult citizens. Even the queen stood half a foot taller. He sought to solve the problem by making his crown as tall as possible so that the crest of the golden crown would stand above the heads of his citizens if at all he would ever come into contact with them. A king cannot live without ever coming into some contact with some people. Every such contact made the King feel small. He tried to masquerade the smallness with self-flattery. “I am very popular among the citizens, aren’t I?” he would ask his ministers. Or, “How was the cultural show I arranged last evening?” “Isn’t my new robe designed by Christian Lacroix a marvel?” Ministers are people who have mastered the art of diplomacy and self-flattery invariably loves to call a spade a clade. Nevertheless there is an awareness that lies deep beneath the surfaces of flattery and diplomacy
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