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- “Then, my worshipful lord, let him not begin,” interposed Braid-Beard.
“I mean,” said Babbalanja, “that all subjects are inexhaustible,
however trivial; as the mathematical point, put in motion, is capable
of being produced into an infinite line.”
“But forever extending into nothing,” said Media. “A very bad example
to follow. Do you, Babbalanja, come to the point, and not travel off
with it, which is too much your wont.”
“Since my lord insists upon it then, thus much for the Tapparians,
though but a thought or two of many in reserve. They ignore the rest of
Mardi, while they themselves are but a rumor in the isles of the East;
where the business of living and dying goes on with the same
uniformity, as if there were no Tapparians in existence. They think
themselves Mardi in full; whereas, by the mass, they are stared at as
prodigies; exceptions to the law, ordaining that no Mardian shall
undertake to live, unless he set out with at least the average quantity
of brains. For these Tapparians have no brains. In lieu, they carry in
one corner of their craniums, a drop or two of attar of roses; charily
used, the supply being small. They are the victims of two incurable
maladies: stone in the heart, and ossification of the head. They are
full of fripperies, fopperies, and finesses; knowing not, that nature
should be the model of art. Yet, they might appear less silly than they
do, were they content to be the plain idiots which at bottom they are.
For there be grains of sense in a simpleton, so long as he be natural.
But what can be expected from them? They are irreclaimable Tapparians;
not so much fools by contrivance of their own, as by an express, though
inscrutable decree of Oro’s. For one, my lord, I can not abide them.”
Nor could Taji.
In Pimminee were no hilarious running and shouting: none of the royal
good cheer of old Borabolla; none of the mysteries of Maramma; none of
the sentiment and romance of Donjalolo; no rehearsing of old legends:
no singing of old songs; no life; no jolly commotion: in short, no men
and women; nothing but their integuments; stiff trains and
farthingales.
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