1. When the head of the king popped off the royal body, the lackey thought about historical necessity.
That was the first sentence. Because of it, the story ground to a halt.
2. The famous writer has just been daydreaming about being a famous writer, about frolicking famously in the sun, about riding in a glittery boat through the still clear morning air. He dreams of going somewhere by following long thin black lines through mazes of events, scales and entailments. He dreams of connecting one moment to another because he is a cloud that is continually pulling apart because everything rivals for his attention because
3. The king’s plastic head roll across the table, past the salt and pepper shakers, the plate with a fried egg on it, the utensils, pile of toast and cup of coffee to the edge of the booth and fall to the floor.
He says: That was the king’s head.
The blonde smiles.
4. Who is the blonde?
Stymied, the famous writer tries to transforms himself into Truman Capote.