Windmills: A book of fables — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Windmills: A book of fables
John Stuart Mill · en
“What is God? What is an engine? Is the world round? What is a mother?
Who is Siebenhaar’s father? What is a professor? Why does Siebenhaar
talk in two ways? If you helped me to be born why can’t I help some one
else? Is a Bishop a kind of man? Did I kill my mother, and how did I
do it if I never saw her? Is this your island? What is an island? Are
there other sorts of land? Are the stars land? Is the moon land? Is the
sun land? If you are my father, why isn’t Siebenhaar some one’s father?
Are all big men fathers? How do they do it? There are two kinds of
goats, why aren’t there two kinds of men? If there are she-goats, why
aren’t there she-men? What is a ship? Siebenhaar is always talking
about ships. What is money? Are you a King? There is a King in Fatland.
When is a father grand?...”
George gave one despairing look at his son. He groaned:
“Arabella, my love, my love.”
Then he walked out into the sea and disappeared. A few hours later his
body was washed up on the shore, and Siebenhaar had to explain to the
boy that his father was dead. Ultimus said:
“He walked out into the sea.”
“To such peace,” replied Siebenhaar solemnly, “do we all come.”
II: QUESTIONS
If the boy’s questions were fatal to his father they were a delight
to Siebenhaar, who had no further scruple about giving instruction,
for, in the hardship and solitude which had been his fate since his
encounter with George, his philosophy had matured and he saw that the
remaining years of his life might be spent in the instruction and
preparation of a disciple.
They would sit for hours together on the sands drawing maps and
diagrams for illustration. Siebenhaar had no knowledge which he
did not communicate to Ultimus, who by the time he was seventeen
was a master of mathematics, German philosophy, the rudiments of
physics, chemistry, geology, physiology, biology, psychology, botany,
meteorology, astronomy. They made wind and stringed instruments and
played duets composed of what Siebenhaar could remember of Beethoven.
The boy was a good sculptor and painter, a carpenter, a cabinet-maker,
a mason, a cook, an engineer, a weaver, a tailor, a cobbler. He could
read and write five languages, was familiar with the geography of the
whole world, and knew the situations of the best brothels in all the
first-class ports. When he began to have needs which there was no means
of satisfying, Siebenhaar explained them to him: