A journey to the world under-groundHolberg, Ludvig
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A journey to the world under-ground
Holberg, Ludvig
Utopias -- Early works to 1800; Voyages, Imaginary -- Early works to 1800
My Host thus painted, powder’d, comb’d and polish’d, went to the
Syndick’s Palace, attended only with three Valets. When he came to
the Court-Yard he pull’d off his Shoes, lest he should afterwards
disoblige the Marble Floor with Dirt or Dust. He was forc’d to stay a
full Hour before the Syndick was inform’d that he was there, nor was
he introduc’d without a proper Gratification to some of the Guards and
Servants. The Syndick, seated on a gilt Settee, as soon as he espy’d
me entring with my Host, burst out into an ungovernable Laughter, and
afterward ask’d me a thousand trifling, foolish Questions. To every
Reply I made him, he redoubled his Fits of Laughter.
_Ingeminat tremulos naso crispante cachinnos._
For my Part, I was of Opinion, that to play the Buffoon was reckon’d
among the Virtues here, since the Government had made this Person
Syndick, which is the second Dignity in the Senate; and I observ’d
as much to my Friend. But he assur’d me, he was a Monkey of great
Abilities, as appear’d from the Multitude of Business of various
Sorts, which even in his greener Years he went through. For such was
his Readiness of Perception, that even over a Glass he would transact
Affairs of the utmost Weight; nay even at Dinner, or at Supper, between
the Courses, he would often draw up a new Law. I enquir’d if such
Laws, conceiv’d in so short a Space of Time, were of any considerable
Duration. To this he only reply’d, that like other Laws they continued
in Force, till it pleas’d the Senate to abrogate or repeal them.
The Syndick, having convers’d with me about half an Hour, and with
full as great a Degree of Loquacity as our _European_ Barbers, turn’d
himself about to my Friend, and told him, he would take me into the
Number of his Servants, though upon Account of my slow Intellects he
much doubted whether I could be good for any Thing. _I have myself_,
reply’d my Friend the Consul, _observ’d a natural Torpor or Dulness
in him, but give him Time for Reflexion, and you will find he has
no contemptible Judgment_. That signifies little here, return’d the
Syndick, since our Multiplicity of Business admits of no Delay. With
these Words he fell to examining my Limbs and my Body, and after having
survey’d them a short Time, he commanded me to lift up a certain
Weight from the Ground, which I did without much Trouble. Upon this
he told me, that though Nature had been unkind to me with respect to
my Intellects, yet that she had in a Manner compensated that Defect
by an extraordinary Strength of Body. I was then order’d to withdraw
to another Apartment, where the Domesticks and Attendants receiv’d
me with a good deal of Pleasure, though their excessive Impertinence
and Gestures were troublesome enough. So many Questions they ask’d me
concerning our World, I knew not how to answer them, and so gave them
what came uppermost, some Truth, some Falshood, just to allay their
impatient Curiosity.
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