One, two, three, four…

George IV’s glass was kept full, the alcohol didn’t stop. He was well into his drunkenness as his face was flushed—from alcohol or laughter, who knows. His words were slurred as he swayed in his seat, slamming his hand against the table and nursing a glass of wine in the other.

“Yes, I’ve acquired another one. Quite a fine one, this one!” He boasted loudly, referring to another piece of art he’s collected. His courtiers jittered at his lavish spending.