The stories that grow up around a king are strong vines with a fierce grip.

Geraldine Brooks
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The stories that grow up around a king are strong vines with a fierce grip. This line from William Shakespeare’s Hamlet would be a good motto for the people who hold power. It was really clever of him to put that line in his play about the relationship between a king and his people.

Source: The Secret Chord

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