Soon he saw a monk called Magis coming ashore and carrying a chest upon his back.  This monk enjoyed a great reputation for holiness.

When he had drawn near to the old man he laid the chest on the ground and wiping his forehead with the back of his sleeve, he said: 

“Well, father, you wish then to clothe these penguins?”

“Nothing is more needful, my son,” said the old man.  “Since they have been incorporated into the family of Abraham these penguins share the curse of Eve, and they know that they are naked, a thing of which they were ignorant before.  And it is high time to clothe them, for they are losing the down that remained on them after their metamorphosis.”

“It is true,” said Magis as he cast his eyes over the coast where the penguins were to be seen looking for shrimps, gathering mussels, singing, or sleeping, “they are naked.  But do you not think, father, that it would be better to leave them naked?  Why clothe them?  When they wear clothes and are under the moral law they will assume an immense pride, a vile hypocrisy, and an excessive cruelty.”

“Is it possible, my son,” sighed the old man, “that you understand so badly the effects of the moral law to which even the heathen submit?”

“The moral law,” answered Magis, “forces men who are beasts to live otherwise than beasts, a thine that doubtless puts a constraint upon them, but that also flatters and reassures them; and as they are proud, cowardly, and covetous of pleasure, they willingly submit to restraints that tickle their vanity and on which they found both their present security and the hope of their future happiness.  That is the principle of all morality. . . .  But let us not mislead ourselves.  My companions are unloading their cargo of stuffs and skins on the island.  Think, father, while there is still time I To clothe the penguins is a very serious business.  At present when a penguin desires a penguin he knows precisely what he desires and his lust is limited by an exact knowledge of its object.  At this moment two or three couples of penguins are making love on the beach.  See with what simplicity!  No one pays any attention and the actors themselves do not seem to be greatly preoccupied.  But when the female penguins are clothed, the male penguin will not form so exact a notion of what it is that attracts him to them.  His indeterminate desires will fly out into all sorts of dreams and illusions; in short, father, he will know love and its mad torments.  And all the time the female penguins will cast down their eyes and bite their lips, and take on airs as if they kept a treasure under their clothes! . . . what a pity!

“The evil will be endurable as long as these people remain rude and poor; but only wait for a thousand years and you will see, father, with what powerful weapons you have endowed the daughters of Alca.  If you will allow me, I can give you some idea of it beforehand.  I have some old clothes in this chest.  Let us take at hazard one of these female penguins to whom the male penguins give such little thought, and let us dress her as well as we can.