When I first arrived before the court of the Crimson King, I was required to take off my shoes at the entrance, to tiptoe in so as not to disturb, and to kneel before him. After hosting me, he quenched my thirst and fed me with exquisite dishes, and I am still not sated. I fondly remember the fifth dish ("Larks Tongues In Aspic"), perhaps the most refined of all and the best, but with the Crimson King, one must eat slowly of all that the good king offers.
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