At one stage Hynkel is due to meet Benzoni Napaloni, Diggaditchie of Bacteria, a parody of Mussolini. Hynkel is riven with insecurity because of his short stature, and he knows Napoloni to be big, bluff and utterly self-confident.
In an attempt to undermine this self-confidence, he provides Napoloni with a chair with little tiny legs. Napoloni is therefore forced to squat awkwardly throughout the meeting, all the while looking up at Hynkel, who is sitting on a high stool.
There are lessons we can learn from this.
Take the next visit of the drug rep. 'Can I bring in my manager?' she asks. The Manager is invariably a big, tall guy in a expensive pin-stripe suit; an ensemble which says 'Power!' and 'I can sack you in 10 seconds flat.'
He has a firm and manly straight-out-of-business-school handshake; if I have a chance, I put a bit of KY on and enjoy the startled and partly revolted expression, which is quickly hidden because these guys are real pros.
I am sure they don't want my pity, but as I feel sorry for reps (especially contract reps, in their ill-fitting suits which say 'Please shoot me') I am not unwelcoming.
'I'll bring in an extra chair,' I say generously. So I bring in my special chair which has tiny little legs. I have also added a cunning device of my own invention; the chair has a cheap plastic covering, and when The Manager sits down it makes an amusing farting noise. When this happens I look up in a puzzled sort of way.
The Manager crouches uncomfortably while the rep tries to bamboozle me with colourful graphs (because some conventions must always be observed).
But I'm not concentrating; I'm watching The Manager, who is discovering that it is impossible to sit in this chair and retain any semblance of dignity.
His legs are splayed out inelegantly, like a giraffe at a waterhole, and he has to wriggle around to maintain his circulation; every time he does so the amusing farting noises recur.
After a few hundred of these, I arise and ostentatiously open a window.
'Boy, is it getting steamy in here or what?' I'll murmur.