Gulliver

So, you have remained. From those who had crossed the land of the comparison, you had taken their heads off without them to unsheathe their swords And it seems that time had been your permanent ally, for all of your rivals, with heads still on their necks, had commited suicide Oh, those treacherous heads of them: those that had fallen in the Pantheon and those that had maddened alone... I proclaim you, astonishing Hors concours That, who will dare to repress you, you will crush him with the smallest effort of your single intelligence You are, in fact, a king not to be equalled who had never saved any who had invested against you and whose throne, from where you will reign doubtless, is the folded skirts of my dress Patrícia Evans