Napoleon was fat

Napoleon was fat.

His fat, however fictional, saturated bath oils globally; trenches,
ravines, bathhouses noted his elements. No one could get enough of his
successive succulence.

Then someone had a premonition of "Vogue" magazine, or perhaps Eartha
Kitt, and exile came about. Nasty thing to be thin.

And then there was that unfortunate suspected incident in poison. Tsk,
tsk.