Literature
The Exile
From my seventeenth year onward I spent the duration of my exile on the horse-head island, and dedicated myself to the pursuit of pleasures amidst more barbarian customs. One might even say I was the one who brought the art of pleasure to the barbarians, and schooled them in the delicate practice of pleasing oneself. This, however, is an unimportant claim. I do not seek to prove my hand in the matter. In any case, during those years I took small comfort in knowing I had not ever ceased to be a prince, nor would I ever. This title of mine was not a self-indulgence, offered to me by an affectionate diplomat or a lucky friend, nor was it somethi
