Civilization, Western -- Fiction; France -- Civilization -- Fiction; Penguins -- Fiction; Satire
As the workman, astride on his coping, showed no sign of budging, the
prince climbed quickly up the staircase of the tower and attacked the
singer. He gave him a blow that broke his jaw-bone and sent him rolling
into a water-spout. At that moment seven or eight carpenters, who were
working on the rafters, heard their companion’s cry and looked through
the window. Seeing the prince on the coping they climbed along a ladder
that was leaning on the slates and reached him just as he was slipping
into the tower. They sent him, head foremost, down the one hundred and
thirty-seven steps of the spiral staircase.
IV. VISCOUNTESS OLIVE
The Penguins had the finest army in the world. So had the Porpoises.
And it was the same with the other nations of Europe. The smallest
amount of thought will prevent any surprise at this. For all armies are
the finest in the world. The second finest army, if one could exist,
would be in a notoriously inferior position; it would be certain to be
beaten. It ought to be disbanded at once. Therefore, all armies are the
finest in the world. In France the illustrious Colonel Marchand
understood this when, before the passage of the Yalou, being questioned
by some journalists about the Russo-Japanese war, he did not hesitate
to describe the Russian army as the finest in the world, and also the
Japanese. And it should be noticed that even after suffering the most
terrible reverses an army does not fall from its position of being the
finest in the world. For if nations ascribe their victories to the
ability of their generals and the courage of their soldiers, they
always attribute their defeats to an inexplicable fatality. On the
other hand, navies are classed according to the number of their ships.
There is a first, a second, a third, and so on. So that there exists no
doubt as to the result of naval wars.
The Penguins had the finest army and the second navy in the world. This
navy was commanded by the famous Chatillon, who bore the title of
Emiralbahr, and by abbreviation Emiral. It is the same word which,
unfortunately in a corrupt form, is used to-day among several European
nations to designate the highest grade in the naval service. But as
there was but one Emiral among the Penguins, a singular prestige, if I
dare say so, was attached to that rank.
The Emiral did not belong to the nobility. A child of the people, he
was loved by the people. They were flattered to see a man who sprang
from their own ranks holding a position of honour. Chatillon was
good-looking and fortune favoured him. He was not over-addicted to
thought. No event ever disturbed his serene outlook.
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