Prev If the first seven or so years of young Maximilian’s life had been one of caution and relative quiet, then the next seven were marked by a comical loudness. The Countess had passed away some time before Maximilian had … Continue reading
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Prev Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds, Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn’t that a dainty dish, To set before the king? “Sir.” … Continue reading