VIII The mad are predators. Too often lately they harbour against us. A novel heresy exculpates all maimed souls. Abjure it! I am the King of Mercia, and I know. Theatened by phone-calls at midnight, venemous let- ters, forewarned I have thwarted their imminent devices. Today I name them; tomorrow I shall express the new law. I dedicate my awakening to this matter.
Geoffrey Hill, Mercian Hymns (1971) Now that's my kind of King of Mercia.