But now let's think of the worst-possible (he even tried, in his time, to revive the Inquisition) king of Spain, Ferdinand VII, and his frightful mother, Luisa Maria of Parma whose illegitimate bastard he was:

Thank God Goya was there to depict them as they were or we should never have believed it!

I've spent the last couple of days reading through the crimes and follies of these titled miscreants--time wasted on villainy, like the transgressions of cockroaches, so vile and so predictable, and so utterly unimaginative.  Suffice it to say that, seen from this end of the telescope, the horrors of Generalísimo Franco are as much matters of inevitable historical necessity as is the dissolution of the Spanish Empire.