Salvador Dali Dali at the Age of Six

Salvador Dali Dali at the Age of SixJoseph Mallord William Turner Frosty MorningJoseph Mallord William Turner WhitbyJoseph Mallord William Turner Caernarvon CastleJoseph Mallord William Turner The Slave Ship
sir—' said the Fool nervously, and gave his hated mandolin a quick strum.
The duke sat down on the throne.
'I am already extremely married,' he said. 'Advise me, my Fool.'
'I'faith, nuncle—' said the Fool.
'Nor am I thy nuncle. I feel sure I would have remembered,' said Lord Felmet, leaning down until the prow of his nose was a few inches from the Fool's stricken face. 'If you preface your next remark with nuncle, i'faith or marry, it will go hard with you.'
The Fool moved his lips silently, and then said, 'How do you feel about Prithee?'
The duke 'Family tradition, sir,' said the Fool. 'Prithee, I mean.'
The duke smiled again, and the Fool was too worried to notice how many teeth it contained.
'You come from these parts, don't you?' said the duke.
'Ma – Yes, sir.'knew when to allow some slack. 'Prithee I can live with,' he said. 'So can you. But no capering.' He grinned encouragingly. 'How long have you been a Fool, boy?''Prithee, sirrah—''The sirrah,' said the duke, holding up a hand, 'on the whole, I think not.''Prithee, sirra – sir,' said the Fool, and swallowed nervously. 'All my life, sir. Seventeen years under the bladder, man and boy. And my father before me. And my nuncle at the same time as him. And my grandad before them. And his-''Your whole family have been Fools?'
'So you would know all about the native beliefs and so on?'
'I suppose so, sir. Prithee.'