Back to Methuselah eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 408 pages of information about Back to Methuselah.

Back to Methuselah eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 408 pages of information about Back to Methuselah.

BURGE-LUBIN.  But damn it, man—­I beg your pardon, Archbishop; but really, really—­

THE ARCHBISHOP.  Dont mention it.  What were you going to say?

BURGE-LUBIN.  Well, you were drowned four times over.  You are not a cat, you know.

THE ARCHBISHOP.  That is very easy to understand.  Consider my situation when I first made the amazing discovery that I was destined to live three hundred years!  I—­

CONFUCIUS [interrupting him] Pardon me.  Such a discovery was impossible.  You have not made it yet.  You may live a million years if you have already lived two hundred.  There is no question of three hundred years.  You have made a slip at the very beginning of your fairy tale, Mr Archbishop.

BURGE-LUBIN.  Good, Confucius! [To the Archbishop] He has you there.  I don’t see how you can get over that.

THE ARCHBISHOP.  Yes:  it is quite a good point.  But if the Accountant General will go to the British Museum library, and search the catalogue, he will find under his own name a curious and now forgotten book, dated 1924, entitled The Gospel of the Brothers Barnabas.  That gospel was that men must live three hundred years if civilization is to be saved.  It shewed that this extension of individual human life was possible, and how it was likely to come about.  I married the daughter of one of the brothers.

BARNABAS.  Do you mean to say you claim to be a connection of mine?

THE ARCHBISHOP.  I claim nothing.  As I have by this time perhaps three or four million cousins of one degree or another, I have ceased to call on the family.

BURGE-LUBIN.  Gracious heavens!  Four million relatives!  Is that calculation correct, Confucius?

CONFUCIUS.  In China it might be forty millions if there were no checks on population.

BURGE-LUBIN.  This is a staggerer.  It brings home to one—­but [recovering] it isnt true, you know.  Let us keep sane.

CONFUCIUS [to the Archbishop] You wish us to understand that the illustrious ancestors of the Accountant General communicated to you a secret by which you could attain the age of three hundred years.

THE ARCHBISHOP.  No.  Nothing of the kind.  They simply believed that mankind could live any length of time it knew to be absolutely necessary to save civilization from extinction.  I did not share their belief:  at least I was not conscious of sharing it:  I thought I was only amused by it.  To me my father-in-law and his brother were a pair of clever cranks who had talked one another into a fixed idea which had become a monomania with them.  It was not until I got into serious difficulties with the pension authorities after turning seventy that I began to suspect the truth.

CONFUCIUS.  The truth?

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