Stories from the Old Attic

	
disoriented, but still not happy.

"Perhaps your majesty would be happy if he ruled the surrounding 
lands and felt secure from attack," suggested the head of his army.  
"For the proverb says, 'In security lies happiness.'"  So his 
majesty instructed his generals to go forth and conquer the 
territories around him.  After a preposterous quantity of noise, 
smoke, blood, guts, and dying, the king found himself in possession 
of jillions of acres of farms and towns and houses and cottages and 
the souls of all those who lived therein.  He now ruled over the 
land as far as he--or even someone with good eyesight--could see in 
every direction from the top of his highest tower.  At any time of 
day or night the king could call for the relief of a distressed 
friend or the beheading of an enemy.  He had absolute say over the 
life or death, the happiness or suffering, of millions of people of 
every rank and degree, from the most exalted noble in a seaside 
mansion to the most unfortunate street urchin in a grimy and 
stifling hovel.  Such a thought sometimes gave the king half a 
smile, but he was still not happy.

"Perhaps what the king needs is love," said the eunuch in charge of 
the king's harem.  "If he would marry a new variety of ever more 
beautiful wives, he would perchance find happiness among them."  So 
the king decided to realize this scenario in three dimensions and 
searched throughout his kingdom for the most desirable women he 
could find.  He found pretty ones and witty ones and laughing ones 
and moody ones and smart ones and elegant ones and plain ones and 
philosophical ones and decorated ones--women of every proportion, 
size, color, personality, and talent, and he married a hundred of 
them, some of whom loved him even more than those among the first 
few dozen he was already married to.  And the king found much 
pleasure in his wives, but he was still not truly happy.

"The king will find happiness only in wisdom," said one of the 	
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