Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. II (of 2) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 383 pages of information about Mardi.
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Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. II (of 2) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 383 pages of information about Mardi.

“Then, why deny those theories yourself?  Babbalanja, you almost affect my immortal serenity.  Must you forever be a sieve for good grain to run through, while you retain but the chaff?  Your tongue is forked.  You speak two languages:  flat folly for yourself, and wisdom for others.  Babbalanja, if you have any belief of your own, keep it; but, in Oro’s name, keep it secret.”

“Ay, my lord, in these things wise men are spectators, not actors; wise men look on, and say ‘ay.’”

“Why not say so yourself, then?”

“My lord, because I have often told you, that I am a fool, and not wise.”

“Your Highness,” said Mohi, “this whole discourse seems to have grown out of the subject of Necessity and Free Will.  Now, when a boy, I recollect hearing a sage say, that these things were reconcilable.”

“Ay?” said Media, “what say you to that, now, Babbalanja?”

“It may be even so, my lord.  Shall I tell you a story?”

“Azzageddi’s stirring now,” muttered Mohi.

“Proceed,” said Media.

“King Normo had a fool, called Willi, whom he loved to humor.  Now, though Willi ever obeyed his lord, by the very instinct of his servitude, he flattered himself that he was free; and this conceit it was, that made the fool so entertaining to the king.  One day, said Normo to his fool,—­’Go, Willi, to yonder tree, and wait there till I come,’ ‘Your Majesty, I will,’ said Willi, bowing beneath his jingling bells; ’but I presume your Majesty has no objections to my walking on my hands:—­I am free, I hope.’  ‘Perfectly,’ said Normo, ’hands or feet, it’s all the same to me; only do my bidding.’  ’I thought as much,’ said Willi; so, swinging his limber legs into the air, Willi, thumb after thumb, essayed progression.  But soon, his bottled blood so rushed downward through his neck, that he was fain to turn a somerset and regain his feet.  Said he, ’Though I am free to do it, it’s not so easy turning digits into toes; I’ll walk, by gad! which is my other option.’  So he went straight forward, and did King Normo’s bidding in the natural way.”

“A curious story that,” said Media; “whence came it?”

“My lord, where every thing, but one, is to be had:—­within.”

“You are charged to the muzzle, then,” said Braid-Beard.  “Yes, Mohi; and my talk is my overflowing, not my fullness.”

“And what may you be so full of?”

“Of myself.”

“So it seems,” said Mohi, whisking away a fly with his beard.

“Babbalanja,” said Media, “you did right in selecting this ebon night for discussing the theme you did; and truly, you mortals are but too apt to talk in the dark.”

“Ay, my lord, and we mortals may prate still more in the dark, when we are dead; for methinks, that if we then prate at all, ’twill be in our sleep.  Ah! my lord, think not that in aught I’ve said this night, I would assert any wisdom of my own.  I but fight against the armed and crested Lies of Mardi, that like a host, assail me.  I am stuck full of darts; but, tearing them from out me, gasping, I discharge them whence they come.”

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