Many years ago, there lived an emperor who was so excessively fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on them. One day clever swindlers came to town promising to weave him the finest garments. But they never did. Instead, they tricked the emperor into believing himself finely clad as he paraded naked through town. His subjects, afraid to speak out, praised his invisible suit, until a young child finally told the truth: "The emperor has no clothes." But the emperor marched on.
-- Hans Christian Andersen, The Emperor's New Clothes
Like a preening tom turkey, chest puffed out...
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