No Eastern king ever had such ar­gosies or such car­goes com­ing from the sun­rise and the sun­set, and So­lomon in all his glory was not en­riched like one of you. In­dia is at your el­bow,” he cried, lift­ing his voice and point­ing his stick at a drawer of rice, the gro­cer mak­ing a move­ment of some alarm, “Ch­ina is be­fore you, Dem­er­ara is be­hind you, Amer­ica is above your head, and at this very mo­ment, like some old Span­ish ad­miral, you hold Tunis in your hands.