The king of the world is a little late. New portraits of him have just been photographed, he is supposed to make a talk show shine. Now he takes the time to talk. "Hello, I'm Jim," he says, firm handshake, gunmetal short hair, curious look. "Have we met before?" Unfortunately, no. "I would probably remember that," says the king, heading for a sofa. "Well, probably not."

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