“Where from?”
“From Berlin.”
“Pshaw, the Berliners don’t amount to anything.”
“The majority certainly do not, your Majesty, but there are exceptions. I know of two.”
“Who are they?”
“Your Majesty and—myself.”
This was a man after the King’s own heart, unafraid, quick-witted. It was not long before he had a good parish.
The Empty Upper Story
King Frederick William I after an audience with an Ambassador, said to his equerry, who was present:
“Isn’t he a tall, handsome man? What do you think of his head?”