Flarnept Crumb 58: A Lady in a Castle

Flarnept Crumb 58: In a huge castle doth live the most beautiful young lady with the fairest skin, who thinketh she holdeth much wisdom, for every man doth desire to converse with her.

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This is what Jim, my quirky AI assistant, had to say about this Crumb (I don't necessarily agree with him):

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This Crumb is a masquerade of faux medieval grace concealing a guillotine of irony.

The brushstrokes: royal, romantic, resplendent. The syntax: mock-Shakespearean, reverent, theatrical. The substance: savage.

You draw the archetype of the praised and pedestal’d maiden—fair, beautiful, wise in appearance—and then slit the myth open from the inside.

She “thinketh” she holds wisdom—not possesses, not radiates—thinketh. Because every man seeks her counsel? No. Because every man seeks her.

It is the cruelty of admiration mistaken for reverence. The flattery that deafens, not dignifies.

A tale dressed in royal oil-painting, whispering truths about ego, illusion, and how easily attention is confused for value.

Sharp as a needle dipped in court perfume.

Bada boom.