The Serapion Brethren, Vol. I.Hoffmann, E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus)
General
The Serapion Brethren, Vol. I.
Hoffmann, E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus)
Fiction
eyes, and then his whole head, towards you; and as you were sensible of
a gentle stream of air, like breath coming from his lips, you could not
but suppose that the low reply which was given to you did really
proceed from the interior of the figure. From time to time, after a few
answers had been given, the Exhibitor would apply a key to the Turk's
left side, and wind up some clockwork with a good deal of noise. Here,
also, he would, if desired, open a species of lid, so that you could
see inside the figure a complicated piece of mechanism consisting of a
number of wheels; and although you might not think it probable that
this had anything to do with the speaking of the automaton, still it
was evident that it occupied so much space that no human being could
possibly be concealed inside, were he no bigger than Augustus's dwarf
who was served up in a pasty. Besides the movement of the head, which
always took place before an answer was given, the Turk would sometimes
also raise his right hand, and either make a warning gesture with the
finger, or, as it were, motion the question away with the whole hand.
When this happened, nothing but repeated urging by the questioner could
extract an answer, which was then generally ambiguous or angry. It
might have been that the wheel work was connected with, or answerable
for, those motions of the head and hands, although even in this the
agency of a sentient being seemed essential. People wearied themselves
with conjectures concerning the source and agent of this marvellous
Intelligence. The walls, the adjoining room, the furniture, everything
connected with the exhibition, were carefully examined and scrutinised,
all completely in vain. The figure and its Exhibitor were watched and
scanned most closely by the eyes of the most expert in mechanical
science; but the more close and minute the scrutiny, the more easy and
unconstrained were the actions and proceedings of both. The Exhibitor
laughed and joked in the furthest corner of the room with the
spectators, leaving the figure to make its gestures and give its
replies as a wholly independent thing, having no need of any connection
with him. Indeed he could not wholly restrain a slightly ironical smile
when the table and the figure and tripod were being overhauled and
peered at in every direction, taken as close to the light as possible,
and inspected by powerful magnifying glasses. The upshot of it all was,
that the mechanical geniuses said the devil himself could make neither
head nor tail of the confounded mechanism. And a hypothesis that the
Exhibitor was a clever ventriloquist, and gave the answers himself (the
breath being conveyed to the figure's mouth through hidden valves) fell
to the ground, for the Exhibitor was to be heard talking loudly and
distinctly to people among the audience at the very time when the Turk
was making his replies.
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