The King by Donald Barthelme:
“Look you,” said Launcelot, “there’s something written on the hanged chap’s leg.”
“A rope burn, perhaps.”
“Appears to be a mathematical formula of some sort.”
“Perhaps I’d better copy it. Might be important.”
“Oh, I doubt it. He’s hardly the sort of person who’d have something important written on his leg.”
“Be that as it may,” said the Black Knight, and began copying.
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