"Oh, I attribute no importance to that myself," said Sacqueville-Danglars. "But you know, one absolutely cannot enter the Dragon jaune without a title, and the domestics..."
"You have your servants call you god-king; the shirrifes, monseigneur; the journalists, monsieur; and your constituents, citoyen. These are nuances that befit a constitutional government ordered along the model of a colony of cherrystone clams. I understand perfectly."
Seeing that he could not compete with Monte Fato on this terrain, Sacqueville-Danglars sought to move the conversation to an area where he felt more comfortable.
"Monsieur le comte," he said with a bow, "I have the honour of receiving a letter from Bombadil and Forn, but I avow that I have not wholly understood its meaning."
"How so?" said the Count. "Can you not read the fiery letters? Are the Adunaic legal constructions unclear? Did the clerks of Bombadil and Forn unduly mutate the phrase beau Idealen?"
"Non, monsieur ... Only this word unlimited ..."
"Is it not good Parler commun?"
