the inca of perusalem-第4章
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that! 'He laughs; genially and sincerely; and becomes a much more
agreeable person。' Pardon me: I am now laughing because I cannot
help it。 I am amused。 The other was merely an imitation: a
failure; I admit。
ERMYNTRUDE。 You intimated that you had some business?
THE INCA 'producing a very large jewel case; and relapsing into
solemnity。 I am instructed by the Allerhochst to take a careful
note of your features and figure; and; if I consider them
satisfactory; to present you with this trifling token of His
Imperial Majesty's regard。 I do consider them satisfactory。 Allow
me 'he opens the jewel case and presents it。'
ERMYNTRUDE 'staring at the contents'。 What awful taste he must
have! I can't wear that。
THE INCA 'reddening'。 Take care; madam! This brooch was designed
by the Inca himself。 Allow me to explain the design。 In the
centre; the shield of Arminius。 The ten surrounding medallions
represent the ten castles of His Majesty。 The rim is a piece of
the telephone cable laid by His Majesty across the Shipskeel
canal。 The pin is a model in miniature of the sword of Henry the
Birdcatcher。
ERMYNTRUDE。 Miniature! It must be bigger than the original。 My
good man; you don't expect me to wear this round my neck: it's as
big as a turtle。 'He shuts the case with an angry snap。' How much
did it cost?
THE INCA。 For materials and manufacture alone; half a million
Perusalem dollars; madam。 The Inca's design constitutes it a work
of art。 As such; it is now worth probably ten million dollars。
ERMYNTRUDE。 Give it to me 'she snatches it'。 I'll pawn it and buy
something nice with the money。
THE INCA。 Impossible; madam。 A design by the Inca must not be
exhibited for sale in the shop window of a pawnbroker。 'He flings
himself into his chair; fuming。'
ERMYNTRUDE。 So much the better。 The Inca will have to redeem it
to save himself from that disgrace; and the poor pawnbroker will
get his money back。 Nobody would buy it; you know。
THE INCA。 May I ask why?
ERMYNTRUDL。 Well; look at it! Just look at it! I ask you!
THE INCA 'his moustache drooping ominously'。 I am sorry to have
to report to the Inca that you have no soul for fine art。 'He
rises sulkily。' The position of daughter…in…law to the Inca is
not compatible with the tastes of a pig。 'He attempts to take
back the brooch。'
ERMYNTRUDE 'rising and retreating behind her chair with the
brooch'。 Here! you let that brooch alone。 You presented it to me
on behalf of the Inca。 It is mine。 You said my appearance was
satisfactory。
THE INCA。 Your appearance is not satisfactory。 The Inca would not
allow his son to marry you if the boy were on a desert island and
you were the only other human being on it 'he strides up the
room。'
ERMYNTRUDE 'calmly sitting down and replacing the case on the
table'。 How could he? There would be no clergyman to marry us。 It
would have to be quite morganatic。
THE INCA 'returning'。 Such an expression is out of place in the
mouth of a princess aspiring to the highest destiny on earth。 You
have the morals of a dragoon。 'She receives this with a shriek of
laughter。 He struggles with his sense of humor。' At the same time
'he sits down' there is a certain coarse fun in the idea which
compels me to smile 'he turns up his moustache and smiles。'
ERMYNTRUDE。 When I marry the Inca's son; Captain; I shall make
the Inca order you to cut off that moustache。 It is too
irresistible。 Doesn't it fascinate everyone in Perusalem?
THE INCA 'leaning forward to her energetically'。 By all the
thunders of Thor; madam; it fascinates the whole world。
ERMYNTRUDE。 What I like about you; Captain Duval; is your
modesty。
THE INCA 'straightening up suddenly'。 Woman; do not be a fool。
ERMYNTRUDE 'indignant'。 Well!
THE INCA。 You must look facts in the face。 This moustache is an
exact copy of the Inca's moustache。 Well; does the world occupy
itself with the Inca's moustache or does it not? Does it ever
occupy itself with anything else? If that is the truth; does its
recognition constitute the Inca a coxcomb? Other potentates have
moustaches: even beards and moustaches。 Does the world occupy
itself with those beards and moustaches? Do the hawkers in the
streets of every capital on the civilized globe sell ingenious
cardboard representations of their faces on which; at the pulling
of a simple string; the moustaches turn up and down; so'he
makes his moustache turn; up and down several times'? No! I say
No。 The Inca's moustache is so watched and studied that it has
made his face the political barometer of the whole continent。
When that moustache goes up; culture rises with it。 Not what you
call culture; but Kultur; a word so much more significant that I
hardly understand it myself except when I am in specially good
form。 When it goes down; millions of men perish。
ERMYNTRUDE。 You know; if I had a moustache like that; it would
turn my head。 I should go mad。 Are you quite sure the Inca isn't
mad?
THE INCA。 How can he be mad; madam? What is sanity? The condition
of the Inca's mind。 What is madness? The condition of the people
who disagree with the Inca。
ERMYNTRUDE。 Then I am a lunatic because I don't like that
ridiculous brooch。
THE INCA。 No; madam: you are only an idiot。
ERMYNTRUDE。 Thank you。
THE INCA。 Mark you: It is not to be expected that you should see
eye to eye with the Inca。 That would be presumption。 It is for
you to accept without question or demur the assurance of your
Inca that the brooch is a masterpiece。
ERMYNTRUDE。 MY Inca! Oh; come! I like that。 He is not my Inca
yet。
THE INCA。 He is everybody's Inca; madam。 His realm will yet
extend to the confines of the habitable earth。 It is his divine
right; and let those who dispute it look to themselves。 Properly
speaking; all those who are now trying to shake his world
predominance are not at war with him; but in rebellion against
him。
ERMYNTRUDE。 Well; he started it; you know。
THE INCA。 Madam; be just。 When the hunters surround the lion; the
lion will spring。 The Inca had kept the peace of years。 Those who
attacked him were steeped in blood; black blood; white blood;
brown blood; yellow blood; blue blood。 The Inca had never shed a
drop。
ERMYNTRUDE。 He had only talked。
THE INCA。 Only TALKED! ONLY talked! What is more glorious than
talk? Can anyone in the world talk like him? Madam; when he
signed the declaration of war; he said to his foolish generals
and admirals; 'Gentlemen; you will all be sorry for this。' And
they are。 They know now that they had better have relied on the
sword of the spirit: in other words; on their Inca's talk; than
on their murderous cannons。 The world will one day do justice to
the Inca as the man who kept the peace with nothing but his
tongue and his moustache。 While he talked: talked just as I am
talking now to you; simply; quietly; sensibly; but GREATLY; there
was peace; there was prosperity; Perusalem went from success to
success。 He has been silenced for a year by the roar of
trinitrotoluene and the bluster of fools; and the world is in
ruins。 What a tragedy! 'He is convulsed with grief。'
ERMYNTRUDE。 Captain Duval; I don't want to be unsympathetic; but
suppose we get back to business。
THE INCA。 Business! What business?
ERMYNTRUDE。 Well; MY business。 You want me to marry one of the
Inca's sons: I forget which。
THE INCA。 As far as I can recollect the name; it is His Imperial
Highness Prince Eitel William Frederick George Franz Josef
Alexander Nicholas Victor Emmanuel Albert Theodore Wilson
ERMYNTRUDE 'interrupting'。 Oh; please; please; mayn't I have one
with a shorter name? What is he called at home?
THE INCA。 He is usually called Sonny; madam。 'With great charm of
manner。' But you will please understand that the Inca has no
desire to pin you to any particular son。 There is Chips and Spots
and Lulu and Pongo and the Corsair and the Piffler and Jack
Johnson the Second; all unmarried。 At least not seriously
married: nothing; in short; that cannot be arranged。 They are all
at your service。
ERMYNTRUDE。 Are they all as clever and charming as their father?
THE INCA 'lifts his eyebrows pityingly; shrugs his shoulders;
then; with