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Vassal: My Queen, your loyal subjects are starving. We are out of bread.
Queen: There is no bread? So what? Let them eat cake!!! (evil laugh follows)



Satan said:

"You are for ever angry, all you care about is intelligence, but I repeat again that I would give away all this superstellar life, all the ranks and honours, simply to be transformed into the soul of a merchant's wife weighing eighteen stone and set candles at God's shrine."