Love came over the rice fields of Annam up the River of Perfumes, to the forbidden city of Hué, over the walls of the Red City and into the white dragon-eaved Palace. There, last week, among his jazz records, his ping-pong tables, his radio and his detective stories, it found and smote that gloomy youth, Bao Dai, hereditary Emperor of Annam, Son of Heaven, Absolute Master and Father and Mother of his Peopleand French puppet. Too bored to look sullen. Bao Dai spent his life from 9 to 19 in Europe, where...
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