Mark Twain,
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court…
(1889)
“ For a while it did seem that these people would pass the king before I could get to him; but desperation gives you wings, you know, and I canted my body forward, inflated my breast, and held my breath and flew. I arrived. And in plenty good enough time, too."Pardon, my king, but it's no time for ceremony—jump! Jump to your feet—some quality are coming!""Is that a marvel? Let them come.""But my liege! You must not be seen sitting. Rise!—and stand in humble posture while they pass. You are a peasant, you know." ”
