Oliver

The apartment within a long wing of the third floor of the Molave palace made my condo in Hollywood look like a tenement house. For the last three weeks-plus, I had been living the life of a crown prince. There was a small entourage who were aware of my presence. Those people bowed and curtsied. They addressed me by titles such as your highness, duke, or prince. They were omnipresent in my preparation by immersion.

Within the ...