As he surveyed Gigantopolis, he was confirmed in this opinion.  People went through the streets so swiftly propelled by hurry that they knocked down all who were in their way.  Obnubile was thrown down several times, but soon succeeded in learning how to demean himself better; after an hour’s walking he himself knocked down an Atlantan.

Having reached a great square he saw the portico of a palace in the Classic style, whose Corinthian columns reared their capitals of arborescent acanthus seventy metres above the stylobate.

As he stood with his head thrown back admiring the building, a man of modest appearance approached him and said in Penguin: 

“I see by your dress that you are from Penguinia.  I know your language; I am a sworn interpreter.  This is the Parliament palace.  At the present moment the representatives of the States are in deliberation.  Would you like to be present at the sitting?”

The doctor was brought into the hall and cast his looks upon the crowd of legislators who were sitting on cane chairs with their feet upon their desks.

The president arose and, in the midst of general inattention, muttered rather than spoke the following formulas which the interpreter immediately translated to the doctor.

“The war for the opening of the Mongol markets being ended to the satisfaction of the States, I propose that the accounts be laid before the finance committee . . . .”

“Is there any opposition? . . .”

“The proposal is carried.”

“The war for the opening of the markets of Third-Zealand being ended to the satisfaction of the States, I propose that the accounts be laid before the finance committee. . . .”

“Is there any opposition? . . .”

“The proposal is carried.”

“Have I heard aright?” asked Professor Obnubile.  “What? you an industrial people and engaged in all these wars!”

“Certainly,” answered the interpreter, “these are industrial wars.  Peoples who have neither commerce nor industry are not obliged to make war, but a business people is forced to adopt a policy of conquest.  The number of wars necessarily increases with our productive activity.  As soon as one of our industries fails to find a market for its products a war is necessary to open new outlets.  It is in this way we have had a coal war, a copper war, and a cotton war.  In Third-Zealand we have killed two-thirds of the inhabitants in order to compel the remainder to buy our umbrellas and braces.”

At that moment a fat man who was sitting in the middle of the assembly ascended the tribune.

“I claim,” said he, “a war against the Emerald Republic, which insolently contends with our pigs for the hegemony of hams and sauces in all the markets of the universe.”

“Who is that legislator?” asked Doctor Obnubile.

“He is a pig merchant.”

“Is there any opposition?” said the President.  “I put the proposition to the vote.”