 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa. Michael.Sirwa. S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 1. The Beginnings Book 1. Chapter 1. Life of St. Mail Mail, a scion of a royal family of Cambria was sent in his ninth year to the Abbey of Ivern, so that he might their study both sacred and profane learning. At the age of fourteen he renounced his patrimony and took a vow to serve the Lord. His time was divided according to the rule between the singing of hymns, the study of grammar, and the meditation of eternal truths. A celestial perfume soon disclosed the virtues of the monk throughout the cloister, and when the blessed gal, the abbot of Ivern, departed from this world into the next, young Mail succeeded him in the government of the monastery. He established therein a school, an infirmary, a guest house, a forge, workshops of all kinds, and sheds for building ships, and he compelled the monks to till the lands in the neighborhood. With his own hands he cultivated the garden of the Abbey. He worked in metals, he instructed the novices, and his life was gently gliding along like a stream that reflects the heaven and fertilizes the fields. At the close of the day this servant of God was accustomed to seat himself on the cliff, in the place that is today still called St. Mail's chair. At his feet the rocks, bristling with green seaweed, and tawny rack, seemed like black dragons as they faced the foam of the waves with their monstrous breasts. He watched the sun descending into the ocean, like a red host whose glorious blood gave a purple tone to the clouds and to the summits of the waves. And the holy man saw in this the image of the mystery of the cross, by which the divine blood has clothed the earth with a royal purple. In the offing a line of dark blue marked the shores of the island of Gad, where St. Bridget, who had been given the veil by St. Malo, ruled over a convent of women. Now Bridget, knowing the merits of the venerable mail, begged from him some work of his hands as a rich present. Mail cast a hand-bell of bronze for her, and when it was finished he blessed it and threw it into the sea. And the bell went ringing towards the coast of Gad, where St. Bridget, warned by the sound of the bell upon the waves, received it piously and carried it in solemn procession with singing of Psalms into the chapel of the convent. Thus the holy mail advanced from virtue to virtue. He had already passed through two-thirds of the way of life, and he hoped peacefully to reach his terrestrial end in the midst of his spiritual brethren, when he knew by a certain sign that the divine wisdom had decided otherwise, and that the Lord was calling him to less peaceful, but not less meritorious, labors. End of chapter 1 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Serois, Michael.Serois, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France Book 1, The Beginnings Book 1, Chapter 2 The Apostolical Vocation of St. Mail One day, as he walked in meditation to the furthest point of a tranquil beach, for which rocks jutting out into the sea formed a rugged dam, he saw a trough of stone which floated like a boat upon the waters. It was in a vessel similar to this that St. Guirek, the great St. Columba, and so many holy men from Scotland and from Ireland, had gone forth to evangelise our Moraca. More recently still, St. Avoy, having come from England, ascended the River Oray, and a mortar made of rose-coloured granite into which children were afterwards placed in order to make them strong. St. Voga, passed from Hibernia to Cornwall, on a rock whose fragments, preserved at Penmarch, will cure a fever such pilgrims as place these splinters on their heads. St. Samson entered the bay of St. Michael's Mount in a granite vessel which will one day be called St. Samson's Basin. It is because of these facts that when he saw the stone trough, the Holy Mail understood that the Lord intended him for the apostolate of the Pagans, who still peopled the coast and the Breton Islands. He handed his Ashen staff to the Holy Budok, thus investing him with the government of the monastery, then furnished with bread, a barrel of fresh water, and the Book of the Holy Gospels, he entered the stone trough which carried him gently to the island of Hodek. This island is perpetually buffeted by the winds. In it some poor men fished among the clefts of the rocks and laboriously cultivated vegetables in gardens full of sand and pebbles that were sheltered from the wind by walls of barren stone and hedges of tamarisk. A beautiful fig tree raised itself in a hollow of the island and thrust forth its branches far and wide. The inhabitants of the island used to worship it, and the Holy Mail said to them, You worship this tree because it is beautiful. Therefore you are capable of feeling beauty. Now I come to reveal to you the hidden beauty. And he taught them the gospel. And after having instructed them, he baptized them with salt and water. The islands of Morbehan were more numerous in those times than they are today for since then many have been swallowed up by the sea. St. Mail evangelized sixty of them. Then in his granite trough he ascended the river Orei and after sailing for three hours he landed before a Roman house. A thin column of smoke went up from the roof. The holy man crossed the threshold on which there was a mosaic representing a dog with its hind legs outstretched and its lips drawn back. He was welcomed by an old couple, Marcos Combabas and Valeria Morins, who lived there on the products of their lands. There was a portico round the interior court, columns of which were painted red, half their height upwards from the base. A fountain made of shells stood against the wall and under the portico there rose an altar with a niche in which the master of the house had placed some little idols made of baked earth and whitened with whitewash. Some represented winged children, others Apollo or Mercury and several were in the form of a naked woman twisting her hair. But the holy male, observing those figures, hung them the image of a young mother holding a child upon her knees. Immediately pointing to that image he said, That is the virgin, the mother of God. The poet Virgil foretold her in Sibyline verses before she was born and in angelical tones he sang, Jam reddit et Virgo. Throughout heathendom prophetic figures of her have been made, like that which you, O Marcos, have placed upon this altar and without doubt it is she who has protected your modest household. Thus it is that those who faithfully observe the natural law prepare themselves for the knowledge of revealed truths. Marcos Cumbabas and Valeria Morins, having been instructed by this speech, were converted to the Christian faith. They received baptism together with their young freedwoman, Celia Avitella, who was dearer to them than the light of their eyes. All their tenants renounced paganism and were baptized on the same day. Marcos Cumbabas, Valeria Morins, and Celia Avitella led thenceforth a life full of merit. They died in the Lord and were admitted into the canon of the saints. For thirty-seven years longer the blessed male evangelized the pagans of the inner lands. He built two hundred and eighteen chapels and seventy-four abbeys. Now on a certain day in the city of Van, when he was preaching the gospel, he learned that the monks of Ivern had in his absence declined from the rule of St. Gall. Immediately, with the zeal of a hen who gathers her brood, he repaired to his airing children. He was then towards the end of his ninety-seventh year. His figure was bent, but his arms were still strong, and his speech was poured forth abundantly like winter snow in the depths of the valleys. Abbot Budok restored the ashen staff to St. Male and informed him of the unhappy state into which the abbey had fallen. The monks were in disagreement as to the date at which the festival of Easter ought to be celebrated. Some held for the Roman calendar, others for the Greek calendar, and the horrors of a chronological schism distracted the monastery. There also prevailed another cause of disorder. The nuns of the island of Gad, sadly fallen from their former virtue, continually came in boats to the coast of Ivern. The monks received them in the guest-house, and from this there arose scandals which filled pious souls with desolation. Having finished his faithful report, Abbot Budok concluded in these terms, Since the coming of these nuns, the innocence and peace of the monks are at an end. I readily believe it," answered the blessed male. Or a woman is a cleverly constructed snare by which we are taken even before we suspect the trap. Alas, the delightful attraction of these creatures is exerted with even greater force from a distance than when they are close at hand. The less they satisfy a desire, the more they inspire it. This is the reason why a poet wrote this verse to one of them. When present I avoid thee, but when away I find thee. Thus we see, my son, that the blandishments of carnal love have more power over hermits and monks than over men who live in the world. All through my life the demon of lust has tempted me in various ways, but his strongest temptations did not come to me from meeting a woman, however beautiful and fragrant she was. They came to me from the image of an absent woman. Even now, though full of days and approaching my ninety-eighth year, I am often led by the enemy to sin against chastity, at least in thought. At night when I am cold in my bed and my frozen old bones rattle together with a dull sound, I hear voices reciting the second verse of the third book of the kings, wherefore his servants said unto him, Let there be sought from my lord the king a young virgin, and let her stand before the king, and let her cherish him, and let her lie in thy bosom, that my lord the king may get heat. And the devil shows me a girl in the bloom of youth who says to me, I am thy Abishag, I am thy Shunamite, make, O lord, room for me in thy couch. Believe me, added the old man, it is only by the special aid of heaven that a monk can keep his chastity in act and in intention. Applying himself immediately to restore innocence and peace to the monastery, he corrected the calendar according to the calculations of chronology and astronomy, and he compelled all the monks to accept his decision. He sent the women, who had declined from St. Bridge's rule back to their convent, but far from driving them away brutally, he caused them to be led to their boat with singing of psalms and litanies. Let us respect in them, he said, the daughters of Bridget and the betrothed of the lord. Let us beware lest we imitate the Pharisees who affect to despise sinners. The sin of these women and not their persons should be abased, and they should be made ashamed of what they have done and not of what they are, for they are all creatures of God. And the holy man exhorted his monks to obey faithfully the rule of their order. When it does not yield to the rudder, said he to them, the ship yields to the rock. Penguin Island, by Anatole France Book 1. The Beginnings Book 1. Chapter 3. The Temptation of St. Mail The blessed mail had scarcely restored order in the Abbey of Ivern, before he learned that the inhabitants of the island of Hodek, his first catechumens, and the dearest of all to his heart, had returned to paganism, and that they were hanging crowns of flowers and fillets of wool to the branches of the sacred fig tree. The boatman who brought this sad news expressed a fear that soon those misguided men might violently destroy the chapel that had been built on the shore of their island. The holy man resolved forthwith to visit his faithless children so that he might lead them back to the faith and prevent them from yielding to such sacrilege. As he went down to the bay where his stone trough was moored, he turned his eyes to the sheds, then filled with the noise of saws and of hammers, which thirty years before he had erected on the fringe of that bay for the purpose of building ships. At that moment the devil, who never tires, went out from the sheds, and under the appearance of a monk called Samson, he approached the holy man and tempted him thus. Father, the inhabitants of the island of Hodek commit sins unceasingly. Every moment that passes removes them farther from God. They assume going to use violence towards the chapel that you have raised with your own venerable hands on the shore of their island. Time is pressing. Do you not think that your stone trough would carry you more quickly towards them if it were rigged like a boat, and furnished with a rudder, a mast, and a sail? For then you would be driven by the wind. Your arms are still strong and able to steer a small craft. It would be a good thing, too, to put a sharp stem in front of your apostolic trough. You are much too clear-sighted not to have thought of it already. Truly, the time is pressing. Answered the holy man. But to do as you say, Samson, my son, would it not be to make myself like those men of little faith who do not trust the Lord? Would it not be to despise the gifts of him who has sent me this stone vessel without rigging or sail? This question, the devil, who is a great theologian answered by another. Father, is it praiseworthy to wait with our arms folded until help comes from on high and to ask everything from him who can do all things instead of acting by human prudence and helping ourselves? It certainly is not, answered the holy male, and to neglect to act by human prudence is tempting God. Well, urged the devil, is it not prudence in this case to rig the vessel? It would be prudence if we could not attain our end in any other way. Is your vessel, then, so very speedy? It is as speedy as God pleases. What do you know about it? It goes like Abbot Boondock's mule. It is a regular old tub. Are you forbidden to make it speedier? My son, clearness adorns your words, but they are unduly overconfident. Remember that this vessel is miraculous. It is, Father, a granite trough that floats on the water like a cork is a miraculous trough. There is not the slightest doubt about it. What conclusion do you draw from that? I am greatly perplexed. Is it right to perfect so miraculous a machine by human and natural means? Father, if you lost your right foot then God restored it to you. Would not that foot be miraculous? Without doubt, my son. Would you put a shoe on it? Assuredly. Well, then, if you believe that one may cover a miraculous foot with a natural shoe, you should also believe that we can put natural rigging on a miraculous boat. That is clear. Alas, why must the holiest persons have the influence of weakness and despondency? The most illustrious of the Apostles of Brittany could accomplish works worthy of eternal glory, but his spirit is tardy and his hand is slothful. Farewell, then, Father. Travel by short and slow stages, and when at last you approach the coast of Hodic you will see the smoking ruins of the chapel that was built and consecrated by your own hands. The pagans will have burned it, and with it the deacon you left there. He will be as thoroughly roasted as a black pudding. My trouble is extreme, said the servant of God, drying with his sleeve the sweat that gathered upon his brow. But tell me, Samson, my son, would not rigging this stone trough be a difficult piece of work? And if we undertook it, might we not lose time instead of gaining it? Ah, Father, exclaimed the devil, in one turning of the hourglass the thing would be done. We shall find the necessary rigging in this shed that you have formerly built here on the coast, and in these storehouses abundantly stocked through your care. I will myself regulate all the ship's fittings, before being a monk I was a sailor and a carpenter, and I have worked in many other trades as well. That is to work. Immediately he drew the holy man into an outhouse filled with all things needful for fitting out a boat. That for you, Father? And he placed on his shoulders the sail, the mast, the gaff and the boom. Then himself, bearing a stem and a rudder with its screw and tiller, and seizing a carpenter's bag full of tools, he ran to the shore, dragging the holy man after him by his habit. The latter was bent, sweating and breathless, under the burden of canvas and wood. This reading is by Michael Serois. Michael.serois.s-i-r-o-i-s.com. Siren songs provided by Mene Serois. Mene-m-i-n-a-y.serois.com. Penguin Island by Anatole France. Book 1. The Beginnings. Book 1. Chapter 4. St. Meals Navigation on the Ocean of Ice. The devil, having tucked his clothes up to his armpits, dragged the trough on the sand, and fitted the rigging in less than an hour. As soon as the holy mail had embarked, the vessel, with all its sails set, cleft through the waters with such speed that the coast was almost immediately out of sight. The old man steered to the south so as to double the land's end, but an irresistible current carried him to the southwest. He went along the southern coast of Ireland and turned sharply towards the north. In the evening the wind freshened. In vain did mail attempt to furl the sail. The vessel flew distractedly towards the fabulous seas. By the light of the moon the immodest sirens of the north came around him with their hemp-and-coloured hair, raising their white throats and their rose-tinted limbs out of the sea, and beating the water into foam with their emerald tails they sang in cadence. For a moment their harmonious laughter followed him beneath the stars, but the vessel fled on, a hundred times more swiftly than the red ship of a viking, and the Petrels, surprised in their flight, clung to the ship. The vessel was in a hurry, but the ship was in a hurry. The ship was in a hurry, but the ship was in a hurry. The ship was in a hurry, but the ship was in a hurry, but the ship was in a hurry. The ships, surprised in their flight, clung with their feet to the hair of the Holy Man. Soon a tempest arose full of darkness and groanings, and the trough driven by a furious wind flew like a sea-mew through the mist and the surge. After a night of three times twenty-four hours the darkness was suddenly rent, and the Holy Man discovered on the horizon a shore more dazzling than diamond. The coast rapidly grew larger, and soon, by the glacial light of a torpid and sunken sun, males saw, rising above the waves, the silent streets of a white city, which faster than thieves with its hundred gates extended as far as the eye could see, the ruins of its forum built of snow, its palaces of frost, its crystal arches, and its iridescent obelisks. The ocean was covered with floating icebergs, around which swam men of the sea of a wild yet gentle appearance, and Leviathan passed by hurling a column of water up to the clouds. Moreover, on a block of ice, which floated at the same rate as the stone trough, there was seated a white bear, holding her little one in her arms, and male heard her murmuring in a low voice this verse of Virgil, in sipe, parve, puer. And full of sadness and trouble the old man wept. The fresh water had frozen and burst the barrel that contained it, and male was sucking pieces of ice to quench his thirst, and his food was bread dipped in dirty water. His beard and his hair were broken like glass, his habit was covered with a layer of ice, and cut into him at every movement of his limbs. Huge waves rose up and opened their foaming jaws at the old man. Twenty times the boat was filled by masses of sea, and the ocean swallowed up the book of the Holy Gospels, which the apostle guarded with extreme care in a purple cover marked with a golden cross. Now on the thirtieth day the sea calmed, and low, with a frightful clamor of sky and waters, a mountain of dazzling whiteness advanced toward the stone vessel. Male steered to avoid it, but the tiller broke in his hands. To lessen the speed of his progress towards the rock he attempted to reef the sails, but when he tried to knot the reef points the wind pulled them away from him and the ropes seared his hands. He saw three demons with wings of black skin having hooks at their ends who hanging from the rigging were puffing with their breath against the sails. Understanding from this sight that the enemy had governed him in all these things he guarded himself by making the sign of the cross. Immediately a furious gust of wind filled with the noise of sobs and howls struck the stone trough carrying off the mast with all the sails and tore away the rudder in the stem. The trough was drifting on the sea which had now grown calm. The holy man knelt and gave thanks to the Lord who had delivered him from the snares of the demon. Then he recognized, sitting on a block of ice, the mother bear who had spoken during the storm. She pressed her beloved child to her bosom and in her hand she held a purple book marked with a golden cross. Hailing the granite trough she saluted the holy man with these words, pacts to be male, and she held out the book to him. The holy man recognized his evangelistory and full of astonishment he sang in the tepid air a hymn to the Creator and His creation. Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 1. The Beginnings Book 1. Chapter 5. The Baptism of the Penguins After having drifted for an hour, the holy man approached a narrow strand shut in by steep mountains. He went along the coast for a whole day and a night passing around the reef which formed an insuperable barrier. He discovered in this way that it was a round island in the middle of which rose a mountain crowned with clouds. He joyfully breathed the fresh breath of the moist air. Rain fell and this rain was so pleasant that the holy man said to the Lord, Lord, this is the island of tears, the island of contrition. The strand was deserted. Worn out by fatigue and hunger he sat down on a rock in the hollow of which there lay some yellow eggs marked with black spots and about as large as those of a swan. But he did not touch them saying, birds are the living praises of God. I should not like a single one of these praises to be lacking through me. And he munched the lichens which he tore from the crannies of the rocks. The holy man had gone almost entirely round the island without meeting any inhabitants when he came to a vast amphitheater formed of black and red rocks whose summits became tinged with blue as they rose toward the clouds and they were filled with sonorous cascades. The reflection from the polar ice had hurt the old man's eyes but a feeble gleam of light still shone through his swollen eyelids. He distinguished animated forms which filled the rocks in stages like a crowd of men on the tears of an amphitheater. And at the same time his ears, deafened by the continual noises of the sea, heard a feeble sound of voices thinking that what he saw were men living under the natural law and that the Lord had sent him to teach he preached the gospel to them. Mounted on a lofty stone in the midst of the wild circus, inhabitants of this island said he, although you be of small stature, you look less like a band of fishermen and mariners than like the senate of a judicious republic by your gravity, your silence, your tranquil deportment. You form on this wild rock an assembly comparable to the conscript fathers at Rome, deliberating in the temple of victory or rather to the philosophers of Athens disputing on the benches of the Aeropagus. Doubtless you possess neither their science nor their genius, but perhaps in the sight of God you are their superiors. I believe that you are simple and good. As I went round your island I saw no image of murder, no sign of carnage, no enemies' heads or scalps hung from a lofty pole or nailed to the doors of your villages. You are to me to have no arts and not to work in metals, but your hearts are pure and your hands are innocent and the truth will easily enter into your souls. Now what he had taken for men of small stature but of grave bearing were penguins whom the spring had gathered together and who were ranged in couples on the natural steps of the rock erect in the majesty of their large white bellies. From moment to moment they moved their winglets like arms they did not fear men for they did not know them and had never received any harm from them and there was in the monk a certain gentleness that reassured the most timid animals and that pleased these penguins extremely. With a friendly curiosity they turned towards him with their little round eyes lengthened in front by a white oval spot that gave something odd and human to their appearance. Touched by their attention the holy man taught them the gospel. Inhabitants of this island the earthly day that has just risen over your rocks is the image of the heavenly day that rises in your souls for I bring you the inner light I bring you the light and heat of the soul just as the sun melts the ice of your mountains so Jesus Christ will melt the ice of your hearts. Thus the old man spoke as everywhere throughout nature voice calls to voice as all which breathes in the light of day with alternate strains these penguins answered the old man by the sounds of their throats and their voices were soft for it was the season of their loves. The holy man persuaded that they belong to some idolatrous people and that in their own language they gave adherence to the Christian faith invited them to receive baptism. I think, said he to them, that you bathe often for all the hollows of the rocks are full of pure water pure assembly I saw several of you plunging into these natural baths now purity of body is the image of spiritual purity and he taught them the origin the nature and the effects of baptism baptism, said he to them is adoption, new birth regeneration, illumination and he explained each of these points to them in succession then having previously blessed the water that fell from the cascades and recited the exorcisms he baptized those whom he had just taught pouring on each of their heads a drop of pure water and pronouncing the sacred words and thus for three days and three nights he baptized the birds. End of Chapter 5 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S .com Penguin Island, by Anatole France Book 1 The Beginnings Book 1, Chapter 6 An Assembly in Paradise When the baptism of the penguins was known in paradise it caused neither joy nor sorrow but an extreme surprise the Lord himself was embarrassed he gathered an assembly of clerics and doctors and asked them whether they regarded the baptism as valid It is void, said St. Patrick Why is it void? asked St. Gall who had evangelized the people of Cornwall and had trained the holy male for his apostolical labours The sacrament of baptism, answered St. Patrick is void when it is given to birds just as the sacrament of marriage is void when it is given to a eunuch But St. Gall replied What relation do you claim to establish between the baptism of a bird and the marriage of a eunuch? There is none at all Marriage is, if I may say so a conditional, a contingent sacrament The priest blesses an event beforehand It is evident that if the act is not consummated the benediction remains without effect That is obvious I have known on earth in the town of Antrim a rich man named Saddock who living in concubinage with a woman caused her to be the mother of nine children In his old age yielding to my reproofs he consented to marry her and I blessed their union Unfortunately, Saddock's great age prevented him from consummating the marriage A short time afterwards he lost all his property and Germaine, that was the name of the woman not feeling herself able to endure poverty asked for the annulment of a marriage which was no reality The pope granted her request for it was just So much for marriage But baptism is conferred without restrictions or reserves of any kind There is no doubt about it What the penguins have received is a sacrament Called to give his opinion Pope Saint Damascus expressed himself in these terms In order to know if a baptism is valid and will produce its result that is to say sanctification it is necessary to consider who gives it and not who receives it In truth, the sanctifying virtue of this sacrament results from the exterior act by which it is conferred without the baptized person cooperating in his own sanctification by any personal act If it were otherwise it would not be administered to the newly born and there is no need in order to baptize to fulfill any special condition It is not necessary to be in a state of grace It is sufficient to have the intention of doing what the church does to pronounce the consecrated words and to observe the prescribed forms Now we cannot doubt that the venerable male has observed these conditions Therefore, the penguins are baptized Do you think so? asked Saint Guineau And what then do you believe that baptism really is? Baptism is the process of regeneration by which man is born of water and of the spirit For having entered the water covered with crimes he goes out of it in Neophyte a new creature abounding in the fruits of righteousness Baptism is the seed of immortality Baptism is the pledge of the resurrection Baptism is the burying with Christ and his death and participation in his departure from the sepulchre That is not a gift to bestow upon birds Reverend Fathers, let us consider Baptism washes away original sin Now the penguins were not conceived in sin It removes the penalty of sin Now the penguins have not sinned It produces grace and the gift of virtues uniting Christians to Jesus Christ as the members to the body And it is obvious to the senses that penguins cannot acquire the virtues of confessors of virgins and of widows or receive grace and be united Saint Damascus did not allow him to finish That proves, said he warmly that the baptism was useless It does not prove that it was not effective But by this reasoning, said Saint Guineau one might baptize in the name of the father of the son and of the Holy Ghost by aspersion or immersion not only a bird or a quadruped but also an inanimate object a statue, a table, a chair, etc That animal would be Christian That idol, that table would be Christian It is absurd Saint Augustine began to speak There was a great silence I am going, said the ardent bishop of Hippo to show you by an example the power of formulas It deals, it is true with a diabolical operation But if it be established that formulas taught by the devil have effect upon unintelligent animals or even on inanimate objects how can we longer doubt that the effect of the sacramental formulas extends to the minds of beasts and even to inert matter This is the example There was during my lifetime in the town of Madora the birthplace of the philosopher Apuleus a witch who was able to attract men to her chamber by burning a few of their hairs along with certain herbs upon her tripod pronouncing at the same time certain words Now one day, when she wished by this means to gain the love of a young man she was deceived by her maid and instead of the young man's hairs she burned some hairs pulled from a leather bottle of a goat's skin that hung in a tavern During the night the leather bottle full of wine capered through the town up to the witch's door This fact is undoubted and in sacraments has an enchantments it is the form which operates The effect of a divine formula cannot be less in power and extent than the effect of an infernal formula Having spoken in this fashion the great St. Augustine sat down with his laws One of the blessed of an advanced age and having a melancholy appearance asked permission to speak No one knew him His name was Probus and he was not enrolled in the canon of the saints I beg the company's pardon said he I have no halo and I gained eternal blessedness without any eminent distinction but after what the great St. Augustine gave to the conditions necessary for the validity of a sacrament the bishop of Hippo is indeed right in what he said a sacrament depends on the form its virtue is in its form its vice is in its form Listen confessors and pontiffs to my woeful story I was a priest in Rome under the rule of the emperor Gordianus without desiring to recommend myself to you for any special merit I may say that I exercised my priesthood in the way that he and zeal for forty years I served the church of St. Modestus beyond the walls my habits were regular every Saturday I went to a tavern keeper called Barges who dwelt with his wine jars under the Porta Capena and from him I bought the wine that I consecrated daily throughout the week during that long space of time I never failed for a single morning to consecrate the holy sacrifice of the mass however I had no joy and it was with a heart that I sawro that on the steps of the altar I used to ask why aren't thou so heavy oh my soul and why aren't thou so disquieted within me the faithful whom I invited to the holy table gave me cause for affliction for having so to speak the host that I administered still upon their tongues they fell again into sin just as if the sacrament had been without power or efficacy at last I reached the end of my earthly trials and falling asleep in the Lord the boat of the elect I learned then from the mouth of the angel who brought me here that Barges the tavern keeper of the Porta Capena had sold for wine a decoction of roots and barks in which there was not a single drop of the juice of the grape I had been unable to transmute this file brew into blood for it was not wine and wine alone is changed into the blood of Jesus Christ therefore all my consecrations and unknown to us my faithful and myself had for 40 years been deprived of the sacrament and were in fact in a state of excommunication this revelation threw me into a stupor which overwhelms me even today in this abode of bliss I go all through paradise without ever meeting a single one of those Christians whom formerly I admitted to the holy table in the Basilica of the Blessed Modestus deprived of the bread of angels they easily gave way to the most abominable vices and they have all gone to hell it gives me some satisfaction to think that Barges the tavern keeper is damned there isn't these things a logic worthy of the author of all logic nevertheless my unhappy example proves that it is sometimes inconvenient that form should prevail over essence in the sacraments and I humbly ask could not eternal wisdom remedy this? No, answered the Lord the remedy would be worse than the disease it would be the ruin of the priesthood if essence prevailed over form in the laws of salvation Alas, Lord! sighed the humble probus be persuaded by my humble experience as long as you reduce your sacraments to formulas your justice will meet with terrible obstacles I know that better than you do replied the Lord I see in a single glance both the actual problems which are difficult and the future problems which will not be less difficult thus I can foretell that when the sun will have turned round the earth 240 times more sublime language exclaimed the angels and worthy of the creator of the world answered the Pontiffs it is, resumed the Lord a manner of speaking in accordance with my old cosmogony and one which I cannot give up without losing my immutability after the sun then will have turned another 240 times round the earth there will not be a single cleric left in Rome who knows Latin when they sing their litanies in the churches people will invoke orichelle, roguel, and toteshell and as you know these are devils and not angels many robbers desiring to make their communions but fearing that before obtaining pardon they would be forced to give up the things they had robbed to the church will make their confessions to traveling priests who ignorant of both Italian and Latin and only speaking the patois of their village will go through cities and towns selling the remission of sins for a base price often for a bottle of wine probably we shall not be inconvenienced by those absolutions as they will want contrition to make them valid but it may be that their baptisms will cause us some embarrassment the priests will become so ignorant that they will baptize children in nomine patria et filia et spirit sancta as Louis de Potter will take a pleasure in relating in the third volume of his philosophical, political, and critical history of Christianity it will be an arduous question to decide on the validity of such baptisms for even if in my sacred writings I tolerate a Greek less elegant than Plato's and a scarcely Ciceroanian Latin I cannot possibly admit a piece of pure patois as a liturgical formula and one shudders when one thinks that millions of newborn babes will be baptized by this method but let us return to our penguins your divine words Lord have already led us back to them said Saint Gall in the signs of religion and the laws of salvation form necessarily prevails over essence and the validity of a sacrament solely depends upon its form the whole question is whether the penguins have been baptized with the proper forms now there is no doubt about the answer the fathers and the doctors agreed and their perplexity became only the more cruel the Christian state said Saint Cornelius is not without serious inconveniences for a penguin in it the birds are obliged to work out their own salvation how can they succeed the habits of birds are in many points contrary to the commandments of the church and the penguins have no reason for changing theirs I mean that they are not intelligent enough to give up their present habits to resume better they cannot said the Lord my decrees prevent them nevertheless resumed Saint Cornelius in virtue of their baptism their actions no longer remain indifferent henceforth they will be good or bad susceptible of merit or demerit that is precisely the question we have to deal with said the Lord Augustine the penguins will go to hell but they have no soul observed Saint Irenaeus it is a pity said Tertullian it is indeed resumed Saint Gal and I admit that my disciple the holy male has in his blind zeal created great theological difficulties for the Holy Spirit and introduced disorder into the economy of mysteries he cried Saint Adjatar of Alsace shrugging his shoulders but the Lord cast a reproachful look on Adjatar allow me to speak said he the holy male has not intuitive knowledge like you, my blessed ones he does not see me he is an old man burdened by infirmities he is half deaf and three parts blind you are too severe on him however I recognize that the situation is a very embarrassing one luckily it is but a passing disorder said Saint Irenaeus the penguins are baptized but their eggs are not and the evil will stop with a present generation do not speak thus Irenaeus, my son said the Lord there are exceptions to the laws that men of science lay down on the earth because they are imperfect and have not an exact application to nature but the laws that I establish suffer no exception we must decide the fate of the baptized penguins without violating any divine law and in a manner conformable to the Decalogue as well as to the commandments of my church Lord, said Saint Gregory Nazianson give them an immortal soul alas, Lord, what would they do with it? sighed Lactantius they have not tuneful voices to sing your praises they would not be able to celebrate your mysteries without doubt said Saint Augustine they would not observe the divine law they could not said the Lord they could not continued Saint Augustine and if, Lord, in your wisdom you pour an immortal soul into them they will burn eternally in hell in virtue of your adorable decrees thus will the transcendent order that this old Welshman has disturbed be re-established there was a correct solution to me, son of Monica said the Lord and one that accords with my wisdom but it does not satisfy my mercy and although in my essence I am immutable the longer I endure the more I incline to mildness this change of character is evident to anyone who reads my two testaments as the discussion continued without much light being thrown upon the matter and as the blessed showed a disposition to keep repeating the same thing it was decided to consult Saint Catherine of Alexandria this is what was usually done in such cases Saint Catherine, while on earth had confounded fifty very learned doctors she knew Plato's philosophy in addition to the holy scriptures and she also possessed a knowledge of rhetoric End of Chapter 6 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Cervois Michael.Cervois S-I-R-O-I-S dot com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 1 The Beginnings Book 1 Chapter 7 An Assembly in Paradise Continuation and End Saint Catherine entered the assembly her hair encircled by a crown of emerald sapphires and pearls and she was clad in a robe of cloth of gold. She carried at her side a blazing wheel the image of the one whose fragments had struck her persecutors. The Lord having invited her to speak she expressed herself in these terms Lord, in order to solve the problem you deigned to submit to me I shall not study the habits of animals in general nor those of birds in particular I shall only remark to the doctors, confessors and pontiffs gathered in this assembly that the separation between man and animal is not complete since there are monsters who proceed from both such are chimeras, half nymphs, and half serpents such are the three gorgons and the capropeds of such are the skillers and the sirens who sing in the sea these have a woman's breast and a fish's tail such also are the centaurs men down to the waist and the remainder horses. They are a noble race and they are the masters. One of them as you know was Abel, guided by the light of reason alone to direct his steps toward eternal blessedness and you sometimes see his heroic bosom prancing on the clouds. Chiron, the centaur, deserved for his works on the earth to share the abode of the blessed. He it was who gave Achilles his education and that young hero when he left the centaurs hands lived for two years dressed as a young girl among the daughters of King Lakomedes he shared their games and their bed without allowing any suspicion to arise that he was not a young virgin like them. Chiron, who taught him such good morals is with the Emperor Trajan the only righteous man who obtained celestial glory by following the law of nature and yet he was but half human. I think I have proved by this example that to reach eternal blessedness it is enough to possess some parts of humanity always on the condition that they are noble and what Chiron the centaur could obtain without having been regenerated by baptism would not the penguins deserve too if they became half penguins and half men. That is why, Lord, I entreat you to give old males penguins a human head and breast so that they can praise you worthily and grant them also an immortal soul but one of small size. Thus Catherine spoke to her father's doctors, confessors and Pontiffs heard her with a murmur of approbation. But St. Anthony the Hermit arose and stretching two red and knotty arms toward the most high. Do not so, O Lord God! he cried. In the name of your Holy Paraclete, do not so. He spoke with such vehemence that his long white beard shook on his chin like the empty nosebag of a hungry horse. Lord, do not so. Words with human heads exist already. St. Catherine has told us nothing new. The imagination groups and compares. It never creates, replied St. Catherine dryly. They exist already, continued St. Anthony who would listen to nothing. They are called harpies and they are the most obscene animals in creation. One day as I was having supper in the desert with the Abbot St. Paul, I placed the table outside my cabin under an old sycamore tree. The harpies came and sat in its branches. They deafened us with their shrill cries and cast their excrement over all our food. The clamour of the monsters prevented me from listening to the teaching of the Abbot St. Paul and we ate birds dung with our bread and lettuces. Lord, it is impossible to believe that harpies could give thee worthy praise. Truly in my temptations I have seen many hybrid beings not only women serpents and women fishes, but being still more confusedly formed such as men whose bodies were made out of a pot or a bell a clock, a cupboard full of food and crockery or even out of a house with doors and windows through which people engaged in their domestic tasks could be seen. Eternity would not suffice were I to describe all the monsters that assailed me as birds rigged like ships to a shower of red insects which changed the water of my fountain into blood but none were as disgusting as the harpies whose awful polluted the leaves of my sycamore. Harpies, observed like Tantius, are female monsters with birds' bodies. They have a woman's head and breast. Their forwardness, their shamelessness and their obscenity proceed from their female nature as the poet Virgil didn't demonstrate it in his period. They share the curse of Eve. Let us not speak of the curse of Eve, said the Lord. The second Eve has redeemed the first. Paul Erosius, the author of a universal history that Bosway was to imitate in later years, arose and prayed to the Lord. Lord, hear my prayer at Anthony's. Do not make any more monsters like the centaurs, sirens and fawns, whom the Greeks, those electors of fables, loved. You will derive no satisfaction from them. Those species of monsters have pagan inclinations and their double nature does not dispose them to purity of morals. The bland Lactantius replied in these terms. He who has just spoken is assuredly the best historian in paradise for Herodotus, Thucydides, Polybius, Livy, Velius Paticulus, Cornelius Nepus, Mithino, Diodorus Siculus, Dion Cassius and Lampridius are deprived of the sight of God and Tacitus suffers in hell the torments that are reserved for blasphemers. But Paul Erosius does not know heaven as well as he knows the earth, for he does not seem to bear in mind that the angels, who proceed from man and bird, are purity itself. We are wandering, said the Eternal. What have we to do with all those centaurs, harpies and angels? We have to deal with penguins. You have spoken to the Point Lord, said the chief of the fifty doctors who during their mortal life had been confounded by the Virgin of Alexandria and I dare express the opinion that in order to put an end to the scandal by which heaven is now stirred, old males penguins should, as St. Catherine who confounded us has proposed, be given half of a human body with an eternal soul proportioned to that half. At this speech there arose in the assembly a great noise of private conversations and disputes of the doctors. The Greek fathers argued with the Latins concerning the substance, nature and dimensions of the soul that should be given to the penguins. Confessors and Pontiffs exclaimed the Lord, do not imitate the conclaves and synods of the earth and do not bring into the church triumphant those violences that troubled the church militant. For it is but too true that in all the councils held under the inspiration of my spirit, in Europe, in Asia and in Africa, fathers have torn the beards and scratched the eyes of other fathers. Nevertheless they were infallible, for I was with them. Order being restored, old Hermes arose and slowly uttered these words I will praise you Lord for that you caused my mother Saphira to be born amidst your people in the days when the dew of heaven refreshed the earth, which was in travail with its saviour. Praise you Lord for having granted to me to see with my mortal eyes the apostles of your Divine Son. And I will speak in this illustrious assembly, because you have willed that truth should proceed out of the mouths of the humble and I will say, change these penguins to men. It is the only determination conformable to your justice and your mercy. Several doctors asked permission to speak, others began to do so. No one listened and all the confessors were tumultuously shaking their palms in their crowns. The Lord, by a gesture of His right hand, appeased the quarrels of His elect. Let us not deliberate any longer, said He. The opinion broached by gentle old Hermes is the only one conformable to my eternal designs. These birds will be changed into men. I foresee in this several disadvantages. Many of those men will commit sins they would not have committed as penguins. Truly their fate through this change will be far less enviable than if they had been without this baptism and this incorporation into the family of Abraham. But my fore knowledge must not encroach upon their free will. In order not to impair human liberty I will be ignorant of what I know. I will thicken upon my eyes the veils I have pierced and in my blind, clear sightedness I will let myself be surprised by what I have foreseen. And immediately calling the archangel Raphael Go and find the holy male said He to him. Inform him of his mistake and tell him, armed with my name to change these penguins into men. End of Chapter 7 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwaugh Michael.Sirwaugh S-I-R-O-I-S .com Penguin Island by Anatole France. Book 1 The Beginnings Book 1, Chapter 8 Metamorphosis of the Penguins The Archangel having gone down into the island of the penguins found the holy man asleep in the hollow of a rock surrounded by new disciples. He laid his hand on his shoulder and having waked him said in a gentle voice male fear not. The holy man, dazzled by the vivid light, inebriated by a delicious odor, recognized the angel of the Lord and prostrated himself with his forehead on the ground. The angel continued male know thy error believing that Thou were the patron of Adam. Thou has baptized birds and it is through thee that penguins have entered into the church of God. At these words the old man remained stupefied and the angel resumed arise male arm thyself with the mighty name of the Lord and say to these birds be ye men. And the holy male having wept laid, armed himself with the mighty name of the Lord and said to the birds be ye men. Immediately the penguins were transformed. Their foreheads enlarged and their heads grew round like the dome of St. Maria Rotunda in Rome. Their oval eyes opened more widely on the universe. A fleshy nose clothed the two clefts of their nostrils. Their beaks were changed into mouths and from their mouths went forth speech. Their necks grew short and thick. Their wings came arms and their claws legs. A restless soul dwelt within the breast of each of them. However, there remained with them some traces of their first nature. They were inclined to look sideways. They balanced themselves on their short thighs. Their bodies were covered with fine down. And male gave thanks to the Lord because he had incorporated these penguins into the family of Abraham. But he grieved at the thought that he would soon leave the island and go back no more. And that perhaps when he was far away the faith of the penguins would perish for want of care like a young and tender plant. And he formed the idea of transporting their island to the coasts of Armoraca. I know not the designs of eternal wisdom, said he to himself. But if God wills that this island be transported, who could prevent it? And the holy man made a very fine cord about forty feet long He fastened one end of the cord round a point of rock that chutted up through the sand of the shore and holding the other end of the cord in his hand he entered the stone trough. The trough glided over the sea and towed Penguin Island behind it. After nine days sailing it approached the Breton Coast, bringing the island with it. End of Chapter 8 and the end of Book 1 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S .com Penguin Island by Anatole, France Book 2 The Ancient Times Book 2 Chapter 1 The First Clothes One day Saint-Mail was sitting by the seashore on a warm stone on the ground. He thought it had been worn by the sun and he gave thanks to God for it, not knowing that the devil had been resting on it. The apostle was waiting for the monks of Ivern who had been commissioned to bring a freight of skins and fabrics to clothe the inhabitants of the island of Alca. Soon he saw a monk called Magus 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 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, the 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 Magus as he cast his eyes over the coast, where the penguins were to be seen looking for shrimps, gathering muscles, 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 of 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 Magus, forces men who are beasts to live otherwise than beasts, a thing 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 to clothe the penguins as a very serious business. At present, when a penguin desires a penguin, he knows precisely what he desires, and his interest 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 are the 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 indurable as long as these people remain rude and poor. But only wait for a thousand years and you will see, Father, the weapons you have endowed the daughters of Alka. 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 a hazard at one of the female penguins to whom the male penguins give such little thought. And let us stress her as well as we can. Here is one coming towards us. She is neither more beautiful nor uglier than the others. She is young. No one looks at her. She strolls indolently along the shore, scratching her back and with her finger at her nose as she walks. You cannot help seeing, Father, that she has narrow shoulders, clumsy breasts, a stout figure, and short legs. Her reddish knees pucker at every step she takes. And there is, at each of her joints, what looks like a little monkey's head. Her broad and sinewy feet cling to the rock with their four crooked toes while the great toes tick up like the heads of two cunning serpents. She begins to walk. All her muscles are engaged in the task and when we see them working we think of her as a machine intended for walking rather than as a machine intended for making love. Although visibly she is both and contains within herself several other pieces of machinery besides. Well, venerable apostle, you will see what I am going to make of her. With these words the monk Magus reached the female penguin in three bounds, lifted her up, carried her in his arms, with her hair trailing behind her, and threw her, overcome with fright, at the feet of the holy male. And whilst she wept and begged him to do her no harm, he took a pair of sandals out of his chest and commanded her to put them on. Her feet, observed the old man, will appear smaller when squeezed in by the woollen cords. The soles, being two fingers high, will give an elegant length to her legs and the weight they bear will seem magnified. As the penguin tied on top she threw a curious look towards the open coffer and seeing that it was full of jewels and finery she smiled through her tears. The monk twisted her hair on the back of her head and covered it with a chaplet of flowers. He encircled her wrist with golden bracelets and making her stand upright he passed a large linen band beneath her breasts alleging that her bosom would thereby derive a new dignity and that her sides would be compressed by her hips. He fixed this band with pins taking them one by one out of his mouth. You can tighten it still more, said the penguin. When he had with much care and study enclosed the soft parts of her bust in this way he covered her whole body with a rose-colored tunic which gently followed the lines of her figure. Does it hang well? asked the penguin. And bending forward with her head on one side and her chin on her shoulder with the appearance of her toilette. Megas asked her if she did not think the dress a little long but she answered with assurance that it was not she would hold it up. Immediately taking the back of her skirt in her left hand she drew it obliquely across her hips taking care to disclose a glimpse of her heels then she went away walking with short steps and swinging her hips. She did not turn her head but as she passed near a stream of her own reflection a male penguin who met her by chance stopped in surprise and retracing his steps began to follow her as she went along the shore others coming back from fishing went up to her and after looking at her walked behind her those who were lying on the sand got up and joined the rest. Unceasingly as she advanced fresh penguins descending from the paths of the mountain coming out of clefts of the rocks and emerging from the water headed to the size of her retinue and all of them men of ripe age with vigorous shoulders and hairy breasts agile youths old men shaking the multitudinous wrinkles of their rosy and white-haired skins or dragging their legs thinner and drier than the juniper staff that served them as a third leg hurried on panting and emitting an acrid odor and horse gasps yet she went on peacefully and seemed to see nothing. Father! cried Megas and notice how each one advances with his nose pointed towards the center of gravity of that young damsel now that the center is covered by a garment. The sphere inspires the meditations of geometers by the number of its properties. When it proceeds from a physical and living nature it acquires new qualities and in order that the interest of that figure might be fully revealed to the penguins it was necessary that ceasing to see it distinctly with their eyes they should be led to represent it to themselves in their minds I myself feel at this moment irresistibly attracted towards that penguin whether it be because her skirt gives more importance to her hips and that in its simple magnificence it invests them with a synthetic and general character and allows only the pure idea the divine principle of them to be seen whether this be the cause I cannot say but I feel that if I embraced her I would hold in my hands the heaven of human pleasure it is certain that modesty communicates an invincible attraction to women my uneasiness is so great that it would be vain for me to try to conceal it he spoke and gathering up his habit he rushed among the crowd of penguins, bushing, jostling trampling and crushing until he reached the daughter of Alka whom he seized and suddenly carried in his arms into a cave that had been hollowed out by the sea then the penguins felt as if the sun had gone out and the holy snail knew that the devil had taken the features of the monk Magus in order that he might give clothes to the daughter of Alka he was troubled in spirit and his soul was sad as with slow steps he went towards his hermitage he saw the little penguins of six and seven years of age tightening their wastes with belts made of seaweed and walking along the shore to see if anybody would follow them End of Chapter 1 This is a LibriVox recording and LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S .com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 2 The Ancient Times Book 2 Chapter 2 The First Clothes A little female felt a profound sadness that the first clothes put upon a daughter of Alka should have betrayed the penguin modesty instead of helping it. He persisted nonetheless in his design of giving clothes to the inhabitants of the miraculous island. Assembling them on the shore he distributed to them the garments that the monks of Ivern had brought. The male penguins received short tunics and breeches the female penguins long robes but these robes were far from creating the effect that the former one had produced they were not so beautiful their shape was uncouth and without art and no attention was paid to them since every woman had one. As they prepared the meals and worked in the fields they soon had nothing but slovenly bodices and soiled petticoats. The male penguins loaded their unfortunate consorts with work until they looked like beasts of burden. They knew nothing of the troubles of the heart and the disorders of passion. Their habits were innocent incest though frequent was a sign of rustic simplicity and if drunkenness led a youth to commit some such crime he thought nothing more about it the day afterwards. End of Chapter 2 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com End of Chapter 5 This is the LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com .com but none of these councils prevailed, the dispute was lengthy, and the elders dispersed without coming to any resolution. End of Chapter 6. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa, Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole, France. Book 2. The Ancient Times. Book 2. Chapter 7. The Dragon of Alcah. Continuation. During all the month dedicated by the Romans to their false god, Mars, or Mavours, the dragon ravaged the farms of Dalai and Dombay. He carried off fifty sheep, twelve pigs, and three young boys. Every family was in mourning, and the island was full of lamentations. In order to remove the scourge, the elders of the unfortunate villages, watered by the clang and the surrel, resolved to assemble and together go and ask the help of the blessed male. On the fifth day of the month whose name among the latins signifies opening, because it opens the year, they went in procession to the wooden monastery that had been built on the southern coast of the island. When they were introduced into the cloister they filled it with their sobs and groans. Just by their lamentations old male left the room in which he devoted himself to the study of astronomy and the meditation of the scriptures, and went down to them, leaning on his pastoral staff. At his approach the elders, prostrating themselves, held out to him green branches of trees and some of them burnt aromatic herbs, and the holy man, seating himself beside the cloisteral fountain under an ancient fig tree, uttered these words, O my sons, offspring of the penguins, why do you weep and groan? Why do you hold out those suppliant boughs toward me? Why do you raise toward heaven the spoke of those herbs? What calamity do you expect that I can avert from your heads? Why do you beseech me? I am ready to give my life for you. Only tell your father what it is you hope from him." To these questions the chief of the elders answered, O male, father of the sons of Alka, I will speak for all. A horrible dragon is laying waste our lands, depopulating our cattle-sheds, and carrying off the flower of our youth. He has devoured the child Elo, and seven young boys. He has mangled the maiden Orbarosia, the fairest of the penguins, with his teeth. There is not a village in which he does not emit his poisoned breath, in which he has not filled with desolation. A prey to this terrible scourge we come, O male, to pray thee, as the wisest, to advise us concerning the safety of the inhabitants of this island, lest the ancient race of penguins be extinguished. O chief of the elders of Alka, replied male, thy words fill me with profound grief, and I groan at the thought that this island is the prey of a terrible dragon. But such an occurrence is not unique, for we find in books several tales of very fierce dragons. The monsters are oftenest found in caverns, by the brinks of waters, and in preference among pagan peoples. Perhaps there are some among you who, although they have received holy baptism, and been incorporated into the family of Abraham, have yet worshipped idols, like the ancient Romans, or hung-up images, votive tablets, or fillets of wool, and garlands of flowers on the branches of some sacred tree. Or perhaps some of the women penguins have danced round a magic stone and drunk water from the fountains where the nymphs dwell. If it be so, believe, O penguins, that the Lord has sent this dragon to punish all for the crimes of some, and to lead you, O children of the penguins, to exterminate blasphemies, superstition, and impiety from amongst you. For this reason I advise, as a remedy against the great evil from which you suffer, that you carefully search your dwellings for idolatry, and extirpate it from them. I think it would also be efficacious to pray and to do penance. Thus spoke the holy male, and the elders of the penguin people kissed his feet and returned to their villages with renewed hope. CHAPTER VIII. THE DRAGON OF ELCA. CONTINUATION. During the council of the holy male, the inhabitants of Alca endeavored to uproot the superstitions that had sprung up amongst them. They took care to prevent the girls from dancing within cantations round the fairy-tree, young mothers were sternly forbidden to rub their children against the stones that stood upright in the fields, so as to make them strong. An old man of Dombay, who foretold the future by shaking grains of barley on a sieve, was thrown into a well. However, each night the monster still raided the poultry yards and the cattle sheds. The frightened peasants barricaded themselves in their houses. A woman with child who saw the shadow of a dragon on the road, through a window in the moonlight, was so terrified that she was brought to bed before her time. In those days of trial the holy male meditated unceasingly on the nature of dragons and the means of combating them. After six months of study and prayer, he thought he had found what he sought. One evening, as he was walking by the sea with a young monk called Samuel, he expressed his thought to him in these terms. I have studied at length the history and habits of dragons, not to satisfy a vain curiosity, but to discover examples to follow in the present circumstances. For such, Samuel, my son, is the use of history. It is an invariable fact that dragons are extremely vigilant. They never sleep, and for this reason we often find them employed in guarding treasures. A dragon guarded at Corkus, the golden fleece that Jason conquered from him. A dragon watched over the golden apples in the garden of the Hesperides. He was killed by Hercules and transformed into a star by Juno. This fact is related in some books, and if it be true it was done by magic, for the gods of the pagans are in reality demons. A dragon prevented barbarous and ignorant men from drinking at the fountain of Castalia. We must also remember the dragon of Andromeda, which was slain by Perseus. But let us turn from these pagan fables in which error is always mixed with truth. We meet dragons in the histories of the glorious Archangel Michael, of St. George, St. Philip, St. James the Great, St. Patrick, St. Martha, and St. Margaret. And it is in such writings, since they are worthy of full credence, that we ought to look for comfort and counsel. The story of the dragon of Selena offers us particularly precious examples. You must know, my son, that on the banks of a vast pool, close to that town, there dwelt a dragon who sometimes approached the wolves and poisoned with his breath all who dwelt in the suburbs, and that they might not be devoured by the monster. The inhabitants of Selena delivered up to him one of their number every morning. The victim was chosen by lot, and after a hundred others, the lot fell upon the king's daughter. Now St. George, who was a military tribune, as he passed through the town of Selena, learned that the king's daughter had just been given to the fierce beast. He immediately mounted his horse and armed with his lance, rushed to encounter the dragon, whom he reached just as the monster was about to devour the royal virgin. And when St. George had overthrown the dragon, the king's daughter fastened her girdle around the beast's neck, and he followed her like a dog led on a leash. That is an example for us of the power of virgins over dragons. The history of St. Martha furnishes us with a still more certain proof. Do you know the story, Samuel, my son? Yes, father, answered Samuel. And the blessed male went on. There was a forest on the banks of the Rhome between Arles and Avignon, a dragon half quadruped and half fish, larger than an ox, with sharp teeth like horns and huge wings at his shoulders. He sank the boats and devoured their passengers. Now St. Martha, at the entreaty of the people, approached this dragon, whom she found devouring a man. She put her girdle around his neck and led him easily into the town. These two examples lead me to think that we should have recourse to the power of some virgin, so as to conquer the dragon, scatters terror and death throughout the island of Elka. For this reason, Samuel, my son, gird up thy loins and go, I pray thee, with two of thy companions, into all of the villages of this island, and proclaim everywhere that a virgin alone shall be able to deliver the island from the monster that devastates it. Thou shalt sing Psalms and Canticles, and thou shalt say, O sons of the penguins, if there be among you a pure virgin, let her arise and go, armed with the sign of the cross, to combat the dragon. Thus the old man spake, and Samuel promised to obey him. The next day he girded up his loins and set out with two of his companions to proclaim to the inhabitants of Elka that a virgin alone would be able to deliver the penguins from the rage of the dragon. End of Chapter 8 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa, Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S, .com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France Book II, The Ancient Times Book II, Chapter IX, The Dragon of Elka, Continuation Orbarosia loved her husband, but she did not love him alone. At the hour when Venus lightens in the pale sky, whilst Kraken scattered terror through the villages, she used to visit in his moving hut a young shepherd of Dalai called Marcel, whose pleasing form was invested with inexhaustible vigor. The fair Orbarosia shared the shepherd's aromatic couch with delight, but far from making herself known to him she took the name of Bridget, and said that she was the daughter of a gardener in the Bay of Divers. When regretfully she left his arms she walked across the smoking fields towards the coast of shadows, and if she happened to meet some belated peasant she immediately spread out her garments like great wings, and cried, Haster, by, lower your eyes that you may not have to say, Alas, alas, woe was me, for I have seen the angel of the Lord! The villagers tremblingly knelt with their faces to the ground, and several of them used to say that angels, whom it would be death to see, passed along the roads of the island in the night time. Kraken did not know of the loves of Orbarosia and Marcel, for he was a hero, and heroes never discover the secrets of their wives. But though he did not know of these loves, he reaped the benefit of them. Every night he found his companion more good-humored and more beautiful, exhaling pleasure, and perfuming the nuptial bed with a delicious odor of fennel and vervein. She loved Kraken with a love that never became importunate or anxious, because she did not rest its whole weight on him alone. This lucky infidelity of Orbarosia was destined soon to save the hero from a great peril, and to assure his fortune and his glory for ever. For it happened that she saw, passing in the twilight, Anit heard from Belmont, who was goading on his oxen, and she fell more deeply in love with him than she had ever been with the shepherd Marcel. He was hunchbacked, his shoulders were higher than his ears, his body was supported by legs of different lengths, his rolling eyes flashed from beneath his matted hair, from his throat issued a horse voice, and strident laughter, he smelt of a cow shed. However, to her, he was beautiful, a plant, as Natho says, has been loved by one, a stream by another, a beast by a third. Now one day, as she was sighing within the neat herds' arms in a village barn, suddenly the blasts of a trumpet with sounds and footsteps fell upon her ears. She looked through the window and saw the inhabitants gathered in the marketplace round a young monk, who, standing upon a rock, uttered these words in a distinct voice, Inhabitants of Belmont, Abbot Mail, our vulnerable father, informs you through my mouth that neither by strength nor skill in arms shall you prevail against the dragon, but the beast shall be overcome by a virgin. If then there be among you a perfectly pure virgin, let her arise and go towards the monster, and when she meets him, let her tie her girdle round his neck, and she shall lead him as easily as if he were a little dog. And the young monk, replacing his hood upon his head, departed to carry the proclamation of the blessed male to other villages. Orbarosia sat in the amorous straw, resting her head in her hand, and supporting her elbow upon her knee, meditating on what she had just heard. Although so far as Kraken was concerned, she feared the power of a virgin much less than the strength of armed men, she did not feel reassured by the proclamation of the blessed male. A vague but sure instinct ruled her mind, and warned her that Kraken could not henceforth be a dragon with safety. She said to the neat herd, �My own heart, what do you think about the dragon?� The rustic shook his head. �It is certain that dragons laid waste to the earth in ancient times, and some have been seen as large as mountains, but they come no longer. And I believe that what has been taken for a dragon is not one at all, but pirates or merchants who have carried off the fair Orbarosia and the best of the children of Alka and their ships. But if one of those brigands attempts to rob me of my oxen, I will either by force or craft find a way to prevent him from doing me any harm.� This remark of the neat herd increased Orbarosia's apprehensions, and added to her solicitude for the husband whom she loved. End of Chapter 9 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Cervois, Michael.Cervois, S-I-R-O-I-S, .com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France Book II, The Ancient Times Book II, Chapter X, The Dragon of Alka, Continuation The days passed by, and no maiden arose in the island to combat the monster, and in the wooden monastery, old male, seated on a bench in the shade of an old fig tree, accompanied by a pious monk called Regimental, kept asking himself anxiously and sadly how it was that there was not in Alka a single virgin fit to overthrow the monster. He sighed, and brother Regimental sighed, too. At that moment old male called young Samuel, who happened to pass through the garden and said to him, �I have meditated anew, my son, on the means of destroying the dragon who devours the flower of our youth, our flocks and our harvests. In this respect, the story of the dragons of St. Ryok and of St. Paul de Leon seems to me particularly instructive. The dragon of St. Ryok was six fathoms long. His head was derived from the cock and the basilisk, his body from the ox and the serpent. He ravaged the banks of the Elorn in the time of King Bristakus. St. Ryok, then aged two years, led him by a leash to the sea, in which the monster drowned himself of his own accord. St. Paul's dragon was sixty feet long and not less terrible. The blessed apostle of Leon bound him with his stole and allowed a young noble of great purity of life to lead him. These examples prove that in the eyes of God a chaste young man is as agreeable as a chaste girl. Heaven makes no distinction between them. For this reason, my son, if you believe what I say, we will both go to the coast of shadows. When we reach the dragon's cabin, we will call the monster in a loud voice, and when he comes forth I will tie my stole round his neck, and you will lead him to the sea, where he will not fail to drown himself. At the old man's word Samuel cast down his head and did not answer. You seem to hesitate, my son, said Mail. Brother Regimental, contrary to his custom, spoke without being addressed. There is at least cause for some hesitation, said he. St. Ryok was only two years old when he overcame the dragon. Who says that nine or ten years later he could have done as much? Remember, father, that the dragon who is devastating our island has devoured little Elo, and four or five other young boys. Brother Samuel is not so presumptuous as to believe that at nineteen years of age he is more innocent than they were at twelve and fourteen. Alas! added the monk with a groan, who can boast of being chaste in this world, where everything gives the example and model of love, where all things in nature, animals and plants show us the caresses of love and advise us to share them. Animals are eager to unite in their own fashion, but the various marriages of quadrupeds, birds, fishes and reptiles are far from equaling in lust the nuptials of the trees. The greatest extremes of lewdness that the pagans have imagined in their fables are outstripped by the simple flowers of the field. And if you knew the irregularities of lilies and roses, you would take those chalices of impurity, those vases of scandal away from your alters. Do not speak in this way, brother regimental, answered old male. Since they are subject to the laws of nature, animals and plants are always innocent. They have no souls to save, whilst man— You are right, replied brother regimental. It is quite a different thing. But do not send young Samuel to the dragon. The dragon might devour him. For the last five years Samuel is not in a state to show his innocence to monsters. In the year of the comet, the devil, in order to seduce him, put in his path a milkmaid who was lifting up her petticoat to cross a ford. Samuel was tempted, but he overcame the temptation. The devil, who never tires, sent him the image of that young girl in a dream. The shade did what the reality was unable to accomplish, and Samuel yielded. When he awoke, he moistened his couch with his tears. But alas, repentance did not give him back his innocence. As he listened to the story, Samuel asked himself how his secret could be known, for he was ignorant that the devil had borrowed the appearance of brother regimental, so as to trouble the hearts of the monks of Alka. And old male remained deep in thought and kept asking himself in grief, Who will deliver us from the dragon's tooth? Who will preserve us from his breath? Who will save us from his look? However, the inhabitants of Alka began to take courage. The laborers of Dombay and the neat herds of Belmont swore that they themselves would be of more avail than a girl against the ferocious beast, and they exclaimed as they stroked the muscles on their arms, Let the dragon come! Many men and women had seen him. They did not agree about his form and his figure, but all now united in saying that he was not as big as they had thought, and that his height was not much greater than a man's. The defense was organized. Towards nightfall, watches were stationed at the entrances of the villages, ready to give the alarm, and during the night companies armed with pitchforks and scythes protected the paddocks in which the animals were shut up. Indeed, once in the village of Anise, some plucky laborers surprised him as he was scaling Mario's wall, and as they had flails, scythes, and pitchforks, they fell upon him and pressed him hard. One of them, a very quick and courageous man, thought to have run him through with his pitchfork, but he slipped in a pool and so let him escape. The others would certainly have caught him had they not waited to pick up the rabbits and fowls that he dropped in his flight. Those laborers declared to the elders of the village that the monster's form and proportions appeared to them human enough, except for his head and his tail, which were in truth terrifying. On that day Kraken came back to his cavern sooner than usual. He took from his head his seal-skin helmet with its two bull's horns and his visor trimmed with terrible hooks. He threw on the table his gloves that ended in horrible claws. They were the beaks of sea-birds. He unhooked his belt from which hung a long green tail twisted into many folds, then he ordered his page elow to help him off with his boots, and as the child did not succeed in doing this very quickly he gave him a kick that sent him to the other end of the grotto. Without looking at the fair Orborosia, who was spinning, he seated himself in front of the fireplace on which a sheep was roasting, and he muttered, ignoble penguins, there is no worse trade than a dragon's. What does my master say? asked the fair Orborosia. They fear me no longer, continued Kraken. Formally everyone fled at my approach. I carried away hens and rabbits in my bag. I drove sheep and pigs, cows and oxen before me. Today these Claudehoppers keep a good guard. They sit up at night. Just now I was pursued in the village of Annus by dotty laborers armed with flails and sighs and pitchforks. I had to drop the hens and rabbits, put my tail under my arm, and run as fast as I could. Now I ask you, is it seemly for a dragon of Cappadocia to run away like a robber with his tail under his arm? Further, incommodated as I was by crests, horns, hooks, claws, and scales, I barely escaped a brute who ran half an inch of his pitchfork into my left thigh. As he said this he carefully ran his hand over the insulted part, and after giving himself up for a few minutes to bitter meditation, what idiots these penguins are! I'm tired of blowing flames in the faces of such imbeciles. Orborosia, do you hear me? Having thus spoken, the hero raised his terrible helmet in his hands and gazed at it for a long time in gloomy silence. Then he pronounced these rapid words. I have made this helmet with my own hands in the shape of a fish's head, covering it with the skin of a seal. To make it more terrible I have put on it the horns of a bull, and I have given it a borse jaws. I've hung from it a horse's tail dyed vermilion. When in the gloomy twilight I threw it over my shoulders no inhabitant of this island had courage to withstand its sight. Women and children, young men and old men, fled distracted its approach, and I carried terror from among the whole race of penguins. By what advice does that insolent people lose its earlier fears and dare to day to behold these horrible jaws and to attack this terrible crest? And throwing his helmet on the rocky soil, Parished a seatful helmet, cried Kraken, I swear by all the demons of armor that I will never bear you upon my head again. And having uttered this oath he stamped upon his helmet. His gloves is boot and upon his tail with its twisted folds. Kraken, said the Fair Orborosia, will you allow your servant to employ artifice, to save your reputation and your goods? Do not despise a woman's help. You need it for all men or imbeciles. Woman, asked Kraken, what are your plans? And the Fair Orborosia informed her husband that the monks were going through the villages teaching the inhabitants the best way of combating the dragon, that according to their instructions the beast would be overcome by a virgin, and that if a maid placed her girdle around the dragon's neck she could lead him as easily as if he were a little dog. How do you know that the monks teach this? asked Kraken. My friend, answered Orborosia, do not interrupt a serious subject by a frivolous question. If then, added the monks, there be in Alka a pure virgin, let her arise. Now, Kraken, I have determined to answer their call. I will go and find the holy male, and I will say to him, I am the virgin destined by heaven to overthrow the dragon. At these words Kraken exclaimed, How can you be that pure virgin? And why do you want to overthrow me, Orborosia? Have you lost your reason? Be sure that I will not allow myself to be conquered by you. Can you not try and understand me before you get angry? sighed the Fair Orborosia with deep, though gentle contempt. Then she explained the cunning designs that she had formed. As he listened, the hero remained pensive. And when she ceased speaking, Orborosia, your cunning is deep, said he, and if your plans are carried out according to your intentions I shall derive great advantages from them. But how can you be the virgin destined by heaven? Don't bother about that, she replied, and come to bed. The next day, in the grease-laden atmosphere of the cavern, Kraken plated a deformed skeleton out of osir-rods, and covered it with bristling, scaly, and filthy skins. To one extremity of the skeleton, Orborosia sewed the fierce crest and the hideous mask that Kraken used to wear in his plundering expeditions. And to the other end she fastened the tail with twisted folds, which the hero was want to trail behind him. And when the work was finished, they showed little Elo and the other five children, who waited on them, how to get inside this machine, how to make it walk, how to blow horns and burn toe in it, so as to send forth smoke and flames through the dragon's mouth. Penguin Island by Anatole France Book II The Ancient Times Book II Chapter XII The Dragon of Alca, Continuation Orborosia, having clothed herself in a robe made of coarse stuff and gird herself with a thick cord, went to the monastery and asked to speak to the blessed male. And because women were forbidden to enter the enclosure of the monastery, the old man advanced outside the gates, holding his pastoral cross in his right hand, and resting his left on the shoulder of Brother Samuel, the youngest of his disciples. He asked, Woman, who art thou? I am the maiden Orborosia. At this reply, male raised his trembling arms to heaven. Do you speak truth, woman? It is a certain fact that Orborosia was devoured by the dragon, and yet I see Orborosia and hear her. Did you not, O my daughter, while within the dragon's bowels, arm yourself with the sign of the cross and come uninjured out of his throat? That is what seems to me the most credible explanation. You are not deceived, Father, answered Orborosia. That is precisely what happened to me. Immediately I came out of the creature's bowels. I took refuge in a hermitage on the coast of shadows. I lived there in solitude, giving myself up to prayer and meditation and performing unheard of austerities, until I learned by a revelation from heaven that a maid alone could overcome the dragon and that I was that maid. Show me a sign of your mission, said the old man. I myself am the sign, answered Orborosia. I am not ignorant of the power of those who have placed a seal upon their flesh, replied the Apostle of the Penguins. But are you indeed such as you say? You will see by the result, answered Orborosia. The monk regimental drew near. That will, said he, be the best proof. King Solomon has said, three things are hard to understand, and a fourth is impossible. They are the way of a serpent on the earth, the way of a bird in the air, the way of a ship in the sea, and the way of a man with a maid. I regard such matrons as nothing less than presumptuous who claim to compare themselves in these matters with the wisest of kings. Father, if you are led by me, you will not consult them in regard to the pious Orborosia. When they have given their opinion, you will not be a bit farther on than before. Virginity is not less difficult to prove than to keep. Lini tells us in his history that its signs are either imaginary or very uncertain. The author inserts a note at this point. We have vainly sought for this phrase in Lini's natural history. One who bears upon her the fourteen signs of corruption may yet be pure at the eyes of the angels, and on the contrary, another who has been pronounced pure by the matrons who inspected her may know that her good appearance is due to the artifices of a cunning perversity. As for the purity of this holy girl here, I would put my hand in the fire and witness of it. He spoke thus because he was the devil, but old Male did not know it. He asked the pious Orborosia, My daughter, how would you proceed to conquer so fierce an animal as he who devoured you? The Virgin answered, Tomorrow at sunrise, O Male, you will summon the people together on the hill in front of the desolate moor that extends to the coast of shadows, and you will take care that no man of the penguins remains less than five hundred paces from those rocks so that he may not be poisoned by the monster's breath, and the dragon will come out of the rocks, and I will put my girdle round his neck and lead him like an obedient dog. But you not to be accompanied by a courageous and pious man who will kill the dragon? asked Male. It will be as thou sayest, venerable father. I shall deliver the monster to Kraken, who will slay him with his flashing sword, for I tell thee that the noble Kraken, who was believed to be dead, will return among the penguins, and he shall slay the dragon, and from the creature's belly will come forth the little children whom he has devoured. What you declare to me, O Virgin? cried the apostle. Seems wonderful and beyond human power. It is, answered the Virgin Orborosia, but learn, O Male, that I have had a revelation that as a reward for their deliverance the penguin people will pay to the knight Kraken an annual tribute of three hundred fowls, twelve sheep, two oxen, three pigs, one thousand eight hundred bushels of corn, and vegetables according to their season, and that, moreover, the children who will come out of the dragon's belly will be given and committed to the said Kraken to serve him and obey him in all things. If the penguin people fail to keep their engagements, a new dragon will come upon the island more terrible than the first. I have spoken. End of Chapter 12. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa, Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island by Anatole, France. Book II, The Ancient Times. Book II, Chapter 13. The Dragon of Alka. Continuation and End. The people of the penguins were assembled by mail, and they spent the night on the coast of shadows within the bounds which the holy man had prescribed in order that none among the penguins should be poisoned by the monster's breath. The veil of night still covered the earth when, preceded by a horse bellowing, the dragon showed his indistinct and monstrous form upon the rocky coast. He crawled like a serpent, and his writhing body seemed about fifteen feet long. At his appearance the crowd drew back in terror, but soon all eyes were turned towards the virgin Orborosia, who in the first light of the dawn, clothed in white, advanced over the purple heather. With an intrepid, though modest, gate she walked towards the beast, who uttering awful bellowings opened his flaming throat. An immense cry of terror and pity arose from the midst of the penguins, but the virgin, unloosing her linen girdle, put it round the dragon's neck, and led him on the leash like a faithful dog, amid the acclamations of the spectators. She had walked over a long stretch of the heath when Kraken appeared armed with a flashing sword. The people who believed him dead uttered cries of joy and surprise. The hero rushed towards the beast, turned him over on his back, and with his sword cut open his belly. From whence came forth in their shirts, with curling hair enfolded hands, little Elo and the five other children whom the monster had devoured. Immediately they threw themselves on their knees before the virgin or Borosia, who took them in her arms and whispered into their ears. You will go through the villages saying, we are the poor little children who were devoured by the dragon, and we came out of his belly in our shirts. The inhabitants will give you abundance of all that you can desire. But if you say anything else, you will get nothing but cuffs and whippings. Go. Several penguins, seeing the dragon disembowled, rushed forward to cut him to pieces, some from a feeling of rage and vengeance, others to get the magic stone called dragonite that is engendered in his head. The mothers of the children who had come back to life ran to embrace their little ones, but the holy male kept them back, saying that none of them were holy enough to approach a dragon without dying. And soon little Elo and the five other children came towards the people and said, We are the poor little children who were devoured by the dragon, and we came out of his belly in our shirts. And all who heard them kissed them and said, Busted children, we will give you abundance of all that you can desire. And the crowd of people dispersed, full of joy, singing hymns and catacls. To commemorate this day on which Providence delivered the people from a cruel scourge, processions were established in which the effigy of a chained dragon was led about. Kraken levied the tribute and became the richest and most powerful of the penguins. As a sign of his victory, and so as to inspire a salutary terror, he wore a dragon's crest upon his head, and he had a habit of saying to the people, Now that the monster is dead, I am the dragon. For many years Oberosia bestowed her favors upon neathearts and shepherds, whom she thought equal to the gods. But when she was no longer beautiful she consecrated herself to the Lord. At her death she became the object of public veneration, and was admitted into the calendar of the saints and adopted as the patron saint of Penguinia. Then left a son, who like his father wore a dragon's crest, and he was for this reason surnamed Draco. He was the founder of the first royal dynasty of the penguins. End of Chapter 13. And the end of Book II. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa. The King's of Alca were descended from Draco, the son of Kraken, and they wore on their heads a terrible dragon's crest, as a sacred badge, whose appearance alone inspired the people with veneration, terror, and love. They were perpetually in conflict, either with their own vassals and subjects or with the princes of the adjoining islands and continents. The most ancient of these kings has left but a name. We do not even know how to pronounce or write it. The first of the Draganites, whose history is known, was Brian the Good, renowned for his skill and courage in war and in the chase. He was a Christian and loved learning. He also favored men who had vowed themselves to the monastic life. In the hall of his palace where, under the sooty rafters, there hung the heads, pelts, and horns of wild beasts, he held feasts to which all the harpers of Alca and of the neighboring islands were invited, and he himself used to join in singing the praises of the heroes. He was just and magnanimous, but inflamed by so ardent a love of glory that he could not restrain himself from putting to death those who had sung better than himself. The monks of Ivern having been driven out by the pagans who ravaged Brittany, King Brian summoned them into his kingdom and built a wooden monastery for them near his palace. Every day he went with Queen Glamorgan, his wife, into the monastery chapel, and was present at the religious ceremonies and joined in the hymns. Now among these monks there was a brother called Adul, who, while still in the flower of his youth, had adorned himself with knowledge and virtue. The devil entertained a great grudge against him, and attempted several times to lead him into temptation. He took several shapes, and appeared to him in turn as a war horse, a young maiden, and a cup of mead. Then he rattled two dice in a dice-box and said to him, Will you play with me for the kingdoms of the world against one of the hairs of your head? But the man of the Lord, armed with the sign of the cross, repulsed the enemy. Perceiving that he could not seduce him, the devil thought of an artful plan to ruin him. One summer night he approached the queen, who slept upon her couch, showed her an image of the young monk whom she saw every day in the wooden monastery, and upon this image he placed a spell. Forthwith, like a subtle poison, love flowed into Glamorgan's veins, and she burned with an ardent desire to do as she listed with Adul. She found unceasing pretexts to have him near her. Several times she asked him to teach reading and singing to her children. I entrust them to you," said she to him, and will follow the lessons you will give them so that I myself may learn also. You will teach both mother and sons at the same time. But the young monk kept making excuses. At times he would say that he was not a learned enough teacher, and on other occasions that his state forbade him all intercourse with women. This refusal inflamed Glamorgan's passion. One day as she lay pining on her couch, her malady having become intolerable, she summoned Adul to her chamber. He came in obedience to her orders, but remained with his eyes cast down towards the threshold of the door. With impatience and grief she resented is not looking at her. See, said she to him, I have no more strength. The shadow is on my eyes. My body is both burning and freezing. And as he kept silence and made no movement, she called him in a voice of entreaty. Come to me. Come! Without stretched arms, to which passion gave more length, she endeavored to seize him and draw him towards her, but he fled away reproaching her for her wantoness. Then, incensed with rage and fearing that Adul might divulge the shame into which she had fallen, she determined to ruin him so that he might not ruin her. In a voice of lamentation that resounded throughout all the palace she called for help, as if in truth she were in some great danger. Her servants rushed up and saw the young monk fleeing, and the queen pulling back the sheets upon her couch. They all cried out together, and when King Brian, attracted by the noise entered the chamber, Glamorgan showing him her dishevelled hair, her eyes flooded with tears, and her bosom that in the fury of her love she had torn with her nails, said, my lord and husband, behold, the traces of the insults I have undergone. Driven by an infamous desire, Adul has approached me and attempted to do me violence. When he heard these complaints and saw the blood, the king transported with fury ordered his guards to seize the young monk and burn him alive before the palace under the queen's eyes. Being told of the affair, the abbot of Ivern went to the king and said to him, King Brian, know by this example the difference between a Christian woman and a pagan. Roman Lucretia was the most virtuous of idolatrous princesses, yet she had not the strength to defend herself against the attacks of an effeminate youth, and ashamed of her weakness, she gave way to despair, whilst Glamorgan has successfully withstood the assaults of a criminal filled with rage and possessed by the most terrible of demons. Meanwhile, Adul, in the prison of the palace, was waiting for the moment when he should be burned alive, but God did not suffer an innocent to perish. He sent to him an angel, who, taking the form of one of the queen's servants called Gudrun, took him out of his prison and led him into the very room where the woman whose appearance he had taken dwelt. And the angel said to young Adul, I love thee because thou art daring. And young Adul, believing that it was Gudrun herself, answered with downcast looks, it is by the grace of the lord that I have resisted the violence of the queen and braved the anger of that powerful woman. And the angel asked, What, has thou not done what the queen accuses thee of? In truth, no, I have not done it, answered Adul, his hand on his heart. Thou hast not done it? No, I have not done it. The very thought of such an action fills me with horror. Then, cried the angel, What are you doing here, thou impotent creature? A note from the author. The Penguin Chronicler, who relates the fact, employs the expression, Species Inductilis. I have endeavored to translate it literally. And she opened the door to facilitate the young man's escape. Adul felt himself pushed violently out. Scarcely had he gone down into the street, then a chamber pot was poured over his head. And he thought, Mysterious are thy designs, O Lord, and thy ways past finding out. End of book 3, chapter 1. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa. Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France. Book 3. The Middle Ages and the Renaissance. Book 3, chapter 2. Draco the Great. Translation of the Relics of St. Orborosia. The direct posterity of Brian the Good was extinguished about the year 900 in the person of Colick of the short nose. The cousin of that prince, Bosco the Magnanimous, succeeded him, and took care in order to assure himself of the throne to put to death all of his relations. There issued from him a long line of powerful kings. One of them, Draco the Great, attained great renown as a man of war. He was defeated more frequently than the others. It is by this constancy and defeat that great captains are recognized. In twenty years he burned down more than a hundred thousand hamlets, market towns, un-walled towns, villages, walled towns, cities, and universities. He set fire impartially to his enemy's territories and to his own domains. And he used to explain his conduct by saying, War without fire is like a tripe without mustard. It is an unsip-id thing. His justice was rigorous. When the peasants whom he made prisoners were unable to raise the money for their ransoms, he had them hanged from a tree. And if any unhappy woman came to plead for her destitute husband, he dragged her by the hair at his horse's tail. He lived like a soldier without effeminacy. It is satisfactory to relate that his manner of life was pure. Not only did he allow his kingdom to decline from its hereditary glory, but even in his reverses he valiantly supported the honor of the Penguin people. Draco the Great caused the relics of Saint Orbarosia to be transferred to Alca. The body of the Blessed Saint had been buried in a grotto on the coast of Shadows at the end of a scented heath. The first pilgrims who went to visit it were the boys and girls from the neighboring villages. They used to go there in the evening by preference in couples, as if their pious desires naturally sought satisfaction in darkness and solitude. They worshiped the saint with a fervent and discreet worship, whose mystery they seemed jealously to guard, for they did not like to publish too openly the experiences they felt. But they were heard to murmur one to another words of love, delight, and rapture, with which they mingled the name of Orbarosia. Some would sigh that there they forgot the world, others would say that they came out of the grotto in peace and calm. The young girls among them used to recall to each other the joy with which they had been filled in it. Such were the marvels that the Virgin of Alca performed in the morning of her glorious eternity, they had the sweetness and indefiniteness of the dawn. Soon the mystery of the grotto spread like a perfume throughout the land. It was a ground of joy and edification for pious souls, and corrupt men endeavored, though in vain, by falsehood and calamity to divert the faithful from the springs of grace that flowed from the saint's tomb. The church took measures so that these graces should not remain reserved for a few children, but should be diffused through all penguin Christianity. Monks took up their quarters in the grotto. They built a monastery, a chapel, and a hostelry on the coast, and pilgrims began to flock thither. As if strengthened by a longer sojourn in heaven, the Blessed Orbarosia now performed still greater miracles for those who came to lay their offerings on her tomb. She gave hopes to women who had been hitherto barren. She sent dreams to reassure jealous old men concerning the fidelity of the young wives whom they had suspected without cause. And she protected the country from plagues, muraines, famines, tempests, and dragons of Capitosea. But during the troubles that desolated the kingdom in the time of King Colocan and his successors, the tomb of Saint Orbarosia was plundered of its wealth, the monastery burned down, and the monks dispersed. The road that had been so long trodden by devout pilgrims was overgrown with furs and heather, and the blue thistles of the sands. For a hundred years the miraculous tomb had been visited by nuns-save vipers, weasels, and bats, when one day the saint appeared to a peasant of the neighborhood, memortic by name. I am the Virgin Orbarosia, said she to him. I have chosen thee to restore my sanctuary, warn the inhabitants of the country that if they allow my memory to be blotted out and leave my tomb without honor and wealth, a new dragon will come and devastate Pinguinia. Learned churchmen held an inquiry concerning this apparition and pronounced it genuine and not diabolical but truly heavenly. And in later years it was remarked that in France, in like circumstances, St. Foy and St. Catherine had acted in the same way and made use of similar language. The monastery was restored and pilgrims flocked to it anew. The Virgin Orbarosia worked greater and greater miracles. She cured diverse hurtful maladies, particularly clubfoot, tropsy, paralysis, and St. Guy's disease. The monks who kept the tomb were enjoying an enviable opulence when the saint, appearing to King Draco the Great, ordered him to recognize her as the heavenly patron of the kingdom and to transfer her precious remains to the Cathedral of Alca. In consequence, the Oderiferous relics of that virgin were carried with great pomp to the Metropolitan Church and placed in the middle of the choir in a shrine made of gold and enamel and ornamented with precious stones. The chapter kept a record of the miracles wrought by the Blessed Orbarosia. Draco the Great, who had never ceased to defend and exalt the Christian faith, died fulfilled with the most pious sentiments and bequeathed his great possessions to the church. End of Book Three, Chapter Two. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Serois. Michael.Serois, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France. Book Three, The Middle Ages and the Renaissance. Book Three, Chapter Three, Queen Crucha. Terrible disorders followed the death of Draco the Great. That Prince's successors have often been accused of weakness and it is true that none of them followed even from afar the example of their valiant ancestor. His son, Chum, who was lame, failed to increase the territory of the penguins. Bolo, the son of Chum, was assassinated by the palace guards at the age of nine, just as he was ascending the throne. His brother, Gun, succeeded him. He was only seven years old and allowed himself to be governed by his mother, Queen Crucha. Crucha was beautiful, learned and intelligent, but she was unable to curb her own passions. These are the terms in which the venerable Talpa expresses himself in his chronicle regarding that illustrious queen. In beauty of face and symmetry of figure, Queen Crucha yields neither to Samaramas of Babylon, nor to Pentacilia, Queen of the Amazons, nor to Salome the daughter of Herodias, but she offers in her person certain singularities that will appear beautiful or uncommonly according to the contradictory opinions of men and the varying judgements of the world. She has on her forehead two small horns which she conceals in the abundant folds of her golden hair. One of her eyes is blue and one is black. Her neck is bent towards the left side and like Alexander of Macedon, she has six fingers on her right hand and a stain like a little monkey's head upon her skin. Her gait is majestic and her manner affable. She is magnificent in her expenses, but she is not always able to rule desire by reason. One day, having noticed in the palace stables a young groom of great beauty, she immediately fell violently in love with him and entrusted to him the command of her armies. But one must praise unreservedly in this great queen is the abundance of gifts that she makes to the churches, monasteries, and chapels in her kingdom, and especially to the holy house of Beargarden, whereby the grace of the Lord I made my profession in my 14th year. She has founded masses for the repose of her soul in such great numbers that every priest in the Penguin Church is, so to speak, transformed into a taper, lighted in the sight of heaven to draw down the divine mercy upon the Auguste Cruchat. From these lines and from others with which I have enriched my text, the reader can judge of the historical and literary value of the Gesta Penguinorum. Unhappily that chronicle suddenly comes to an end at the third year of Draco the Simple, the successor of Gun the Week. Having reached that point of my history, I deplore the loss of an agreeable and trustworthy guide. During the two centuries that followed, the penguins remained plunged in bloodstain disorder, all the arts perished. In the midst of the general ignorance, the monks and the shadow of their cloister devoted themselves to study and copied the holy scriptures within defatigable zeal. As parchment was scarce, they scraped the writing off old manuscripts in order to transcribe upon them the divine word. Thus, throughout the breadth of penguinia, Bibles blossomed forth like roses on a bush. A monk of the order of St. Benedict, Eremold the Penguin, had himself alone defaced 4,000 Greek and Latin manuscripts so as to copy out the Gospel of St. John 4,000 times. Thus the masterpieces of ancient poetry and eloquence were destroyed in great numbers. Historians are unanimous in recognizing that the penguin convents were the refuge of learning during the Middle Ages. Unending wars between the penguins and the porpoises filled the close of this period. It is extremely difficult to know the truth concerning these wars, not because accounts are wanting, but because there are so many of them. The porpoise chronicles contradict the penguin chronicles at every point, and moreover, the penguins contradict each other as well as the porpoises. I have discovered two chronicles that are in agreement, but one has copied from the other. A single fact is certain, namely that massacres, rapes, conflagrations, and plunder succeeded one another without interruption. Under the unhappy prince Bosco IX, the kingdom was at the verge of ruin. On the news that the porpoise fleet, composed of 600 great ships, was in sight of Alca, the bishop ordered a solemn procession. The cathedral chapter, the elected magistrates, the members of parliament, and the clerics of the university, entered the cathedral, and taking up St. Orborosia's shrine, led it in procession through the town, followed by the entire people singing hymns. The holy patron of Penguinia was not invoked in vain. Nevertheless, the porpoises besieged the town both by land and sea, took it by assault, and for three days and three nights, killed, plundered, violated, and burned, with all the indifference that habit produces. Our astonishment cannot be too great at the fact that during those iron ages, the faith was preserved intact among the penguins. The splendor of the truth in those times illumined all souls that had not been corrupted by Sophisms. This is the explanation of the unity of belief. A constant practice of the church, doubtless contributed also to maintain this happy communion of the faithful. Every penguin who thought differently from the others was immediately burned at the stake. End of Book III, Chapter III. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa, Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France. Book III, The Middle Ages and the Renaissance. Book III, Chapter IV, Letters, Johannes Talpa. During the minority of King Gunn, Johannes Talpa in the Monastery of Beargarden, where at the age of fourteen he had made his profession, and from which he never departed for a single day throughout his life, composed his celebrated Latin Chronicle in twelve books called De Guestus Penguinorum. The Monastery of Beargarden lifts its high walls on the summit of an inaccessible peak, once he surrounded only the blue tops of mountains divided by the clouds. When he began to write his Guest of Penguinorum, Johannes Talpa was already old. The Good Monk has taken care to tell us this in his book. My head has long since lost, he says. It's adornment of fair hair, and my scalp resembles those convex mirrors of metal which the Penguin ladies consult with so much care and zeal. My stature, naturally small, has with years become diminished and bent. My white beard gives warmth to my breast. With a charming simplicity, Talpa informs us of certain circumstances in his life and some features in his character. Descended, he tells us, from a noble family and destined from childhood for the ecclesiastical state, I was taught grammar and music. I learned to read under the guidance of a master who was called Amicus and who would have been better named Enimicus. As I did not easily attain to a knowledge of my letters, he beat me violently with rods so that I can say that he printed the alphabet in strokes upon my back. In another passage, Talpa confesses his natural inclination towards pleasure. These are his expressive words. In my youth, the ardour of my senses was such that in the shadow of the woods, I experienced a sensation of boiling in a pot rather than of breathing the fresh air. I fled from women, but in vain for every object recalled them to me. While he was writing his Chronicle, a terrible war that once foreign and domestic laid waste the penguin land. The soldiers of Crucha came to defend the monastery of Bear Garden against the penguin barbarians and established themselves strongly within its walls. In order to render it impregnable, they pierced loopholes through the walls and they took the lead off the church roof to make bowls for their slings. At night they lighted huge fires in the courts and cloisters and on them they roasted whole oxen, which they spitted upon the ancient pine trees of the mountain. Sitting around the flames, amid smoke filled with a mingled odor of rosin and fat, they broached huge casks of wine and beer. Their songs, their blasphemies, and the noise of their quarrels drowned the sound of the morning bells. At last the porpoises having crossed the defiles laid siege to the monastery. They were warriors from the north, clad in copper armor. They fastened ladders 150 fathoms long to the sides of the cliffs and sometimes in the darkness and storm these broke beneath the weight of men and arms and bunches of the besiegers were hurled into the ravines and precipices. A prolonged wail could be heard going down into the darkness and the assault would begin again. The penguins poured streams of burning wax upon their assailants which made them blaze like torches. Sixty times the enraged porpoises attempted to scale the monastery and 60 times they were repulsed. For six months they had closely invested the monastery when on the day of the epiphany a shepherd of the valley showed them a hidden path by which they climbed the mountain, penetrated into the vaults of the abbey, ran through the cloisters, the kitchens, the church, the chapter halls, the library, the laundry, the cells, the refectories and the dormitories and burned the buildings, killing and violating without distinction of age or sex. The penguins, awakened unexpectedly, ran to arms but in the darkness and alarm they struck at one another whilst the porpoises with blows of their axes disputed the sacred vessels, the censors, the candlesticks, dalmatics, reliquaries, golden crosses and precious stones. The air was filled with an acrid odor of burnt flesh. Growns and death cries arose in the midst of the flames and on the edges of the crumbling roofs monks ran in thousands like ants and fell into the valley yet Johannes Talpa kept on writing his chronicle. The soldiers of Crucha retreated speedily and filled up all the issues from the monastery with pieces of rock so as to shut up the porpoises in the burning buildings and to crush the enemy beneath the ruin they employed the trunks of old oaks as battering rams. The burning timbers fell in with a noise like a thunder and the lofty arches of the knaves crumbled beneath the shock of these giant trees when moved by six hundred men together. Soon there was left nothing of the rich and extensive abbey but the cell of Johannes Talpa which by a marvelous chance hung from the ruin of a smoking gable. The old chronicler still kept writing. This admirable intensity of thought may seem excessive in the case of an analyst who applies himself to relate the events of his own time. However abstracted and detached we may be from surrounding things we nevertheless resent their influence. I have consulted the original manuscript of Johannes Talpa in the National Library where it is preserved, Monumenta Penguinorum, K.L. 6, 12394. It is a parchment manuscript of six hundred and twenty-eight leaves. The writing is extremely confused. The letters instead of being in a straight line stray in all directions and are mingled together in great disorder or more correctly speaking in absolute confusion. They are so badly formed that for the most part it is impossible not merely to say what they are but even to distinguish them from the splashes of ink with which they are plentifully interspersed. Those inestimable pages bear witness in this way to the troubles amid which they were written. To read them is difficult. On the other hand the Monk of Beargarden style shows no trace of emotion. The tone of the guest of Penguinorum never departs from simplicity. The narration is rapid and of a conciseness that sometimes approaches dryness. The reflections are rare and as a ruled judicious. End of Book 3, Chapter 4. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Serois, Michael.Serois, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island by Anatole France. Book 3, The Middle Ages and the Renaissance. Book 3, Chapter 5. The Primitives of Penguin Painting. The Penguin critics vie with one another in affirming that Penguin art has from its origin been distinguished by a powerful and pleasing originality and that we may look elsewhere in vain for the qualities of grace and reason that characterize its earliest works. But the porpoises claim that their artists were undoubtedly the instructors and masters of the Penguins. It is difficult to form an opinion on the matter because the Penguins, before they began to admire their primitive painters, destroyed all their works. We cannot be too sorry for this loss. For my own part I feel it cruelly. For I venerate the Penguin antiquities and I adore the primitives. They are delightful. I do not say they are all alike for that would be untrue, but they have common characters that are found in all schools. I mean formulas from which they never depart. And there is besides something finished in their work for what they know they know well. Luckily we can form a notion of the Penguin primitives from the Italian, Flemish and Dutch primitives and from the French primitives who are superior to all the rest. As Monsieur Gruyere tells us they are more logical, logic being a peculiarly French quality. Even if this is denied, it must at least be admitted that to France belongs the credit of having kept primitives when the other nations knew them no longer. The exhibition of French primitives at the Pavilion Marseille in 1904 contains several little panels contemporary with the later Valois Kings and with Henry IV. I have made many journeys to see the pictures of the brothers Van Eyck, of Memling, of Roger van der Weyden, of the painter of the death of Mary, of Ambrodio Lorenzetti and of the old Umbrian masters. It was however neither Bruget nor Cologne nor Siena nor Perugia that completed my initiation. It was in the little town of Arezzo that I became a conscious adept in primitive painting. That was 10 years ago or even longer. At that period of indigence and simplicity the municipal museums, though usually kept shut, were always open to foreigners. One evening an old woman with a candle showed me for half a lira the Sordid Museum of Arezzo and in it I discovered a painting by Margaretoni of St. Francis, the pious sadness of which moved me to tears. I was deeply touched and Margaretoni of Arezzo became from that day my dearest primitive. I picture to myself the penguin primitives in conformity with the works of that master. It will not therefore be thought superfluous if in this place I consider his works with some attention, if not in detail, at least under their more general and if I dare say so, most representative aspect. We possess five or six pictures signed with his hand. His masterpiece, preserved in the National Gallery of London, represents the virgin seated on a throne and holding the infant Jesus in her arms. What strikes one first when one looks at this figure is the proportion. The body from the neck to the feet is only twice as long as the head so that it appears extremely short and poggy. This work is not less remarkable for its painting than for its drawing. The great Margaretoni had but a limited number of colors in his possession and he used them in all their purity without ever modifying the tones. From this it follows that his coloring has more vivacity than harmony. The cheeks of the virgin and those of the child are of a bright vermilion which the old master from a naive preference for clear definitions has placed on each face in two circumferences as exact as if they had been traced out by a pair of compasses. A learned critic of the 18th century, the Availanzi, has treated Margaretoni's works with profound disdain. They are, he says, merely crude dobs in those unfortunate times people could neither draw nor paint. Such was the common opinion of the connoisseurs of the day of powdered wigs, but the great Margaretoni and his contemporaries were soon to be avenged for this cruel contempt. They were born in the 19th century in the biblical villages and reformed cottages of Pius England, a multitude of little Samuels and little St. John's with hair curling like lambs who, about 1840 and 1850, became spectacular professors and founded the cult of the primitives. That eminent theorist of pre-Raphaelitism, Sir James Tuckett, does not shrink from placing the Madonna of the National Gallery on a level with the masterpieces of Christian art. By giving to the virgin's head, says Sir James Tuckett, a third of the total height of the figure, the old master attracts the spectator's attention and keeps it directed towards the more sublime parts of the human figure, and in particular the eyes, which we ordinarily describe as the spiritual organs. In this picture, coloring and design conspire to a produce an ideal and mystical impression. The vermilion of the cheeks does not recall the natural appearance of the skin. It rather seems as if the old master has applied the roses of paradise to the faces of the mother and the child. We see in such a criticism as this a shining reflection, so to speak, of the work which it exalts, yet Maxilli, the seraphic asthite of Edinburgh, has expressed in a still more moving and penetrating fashion the impression produced upon his mind by the sight of this primitive painting. The Madonna of Margretone, says the revered Maxilli, attains the transcendent end of art. It inspires its beholders with feelings of innocence and purity. It mixed them like little children, and so true is this that at the age of 66, after having had the joy of contemplating it closely for three hours, I felt myself suddenly transformed into a little child. While my cab was taken me through Trafalgar Square, I kept laughing and prattling and shaking my spectacle cases if it were a rattle, and when the maid in my boredom house had served my meal, I kept pouring spoonfuls of soup into my ear with all the artlessness of childhood. It is by such results, adds Maxilli, that the excellence of a work of art is proved. Margretone, according to Vasari, died at the age of 77, regretting that he had lived to see a new form of art arising and the new artists crowned with fame. These lines, which I translate literally, have inspired Sir James Tuckett with what are perhaps the finest pages in his work. They form part of his breviary for estates. All the Pre-Raphaelites know them by heart. I place them here as the most precious ornament of this book. You will agree that nothing more sublime has been written since the days of the Hebrew prophets. Margretone's vision. Margretone, full of years and labours, went one day to visit the studio of a young painter who had lately settled in the town. He noticed in the studio a freshly painted Madonna, which, although severe and rigid, nevertheless by a certain exactness in the proportions, and a devilish mingling of light and shade, assumed an appearance of relief and life. At this site the artless and sublime worker of Arezzo perceived with horror what the future of painting would be. With his brow clasped in his hands he exclaimed, What things of shame does not this figure show forth? I discern in it the end of that Christian art which paints the soul and inspires the beholder with an ardent desire for heaven. Future painters will not restrain themselves as it does this one to portraying on the side of a wall or on a wooden panel the cursed matter of which our bodies are formed. They will celebrate and glorify it. They will clothe their figures with dangerous appearances of a flesh, and these figures will seem like real persons. Their bodies will be seen, their forms will appear through their clothing. St. Magdalene will have a bosom, St. Martha a belly, St. Barbara hips, St. Agnes botox. St. Sebastian will unveil his youthful beauty and St. George will display beneath his armor the muscular wealth of a robust virility. The apostles, the confessors, the darkators, and God the Father himself will appear as ordinary beings like you and me. The angels will effect an equivocal, ambiguous, mysterious beauty which will trouble hearts. What desire for heaven will these representations impart? None, but from them you will learn to take pleasure in the forms of terrestrial life. Where will painters stop their indiscreet inquiries? They will stop nowhere. They will go so far as to show men and women naked, like the idols of the Romans. There will be a sacred art and a profane art, and the sacred art will not be less profane than the other. Get you behind me, demons, exclaimed the old master. For in prophetic vision he saw the righteous and the saints assuming the appearance of melancholy athletes. He saw apostles playing the lute on a flowery hill in the midst of the muses wearing light tunics. He saw venuses lying under shady myrtles in the Dane exposing their charming sides to the golden rain. He saw pictures of Jesus under the pillars of the temple amidst patricians, fair ladies, musicians, pages, negros, dogs, and parrots. He saw in an inextricable confusion of human limbs, outspread wings and flying draperies, crowds of tumultuous nativities, opulent holy families, emphatic crucifixions. He saw St. Catherine's, St. Barbara's, St. Agnes's humiliating patricians by the sumptuousness of their velvets, their rockades and their pearls, and by the splendor of their breasts. He saw auroras scattering roses, and a multitude of naked dianas and nymphs surprised on the banks of retired streams. And the great Margaritoni died, strangled by so horrible a presentiment of the Renaissance and the Bollionnay's school. We possess a precious monument of the Penguin literature of the 15th century. It is a narrative of a journey to hell undertaken by the monk Marbodius, of the Order of St. Benedict, who professed a fervent admiration for the poet Virgil. This narrative, written in fairly good Latin, has been published by Monsieur du Claude de Lime. It is here translated for the first time. I believe that I am doing a service to my fellow countrymen in making them acquainted with these pages, though doubtless they are far from forming a unique example of this class of medieval Latin literature. Among the fictions that may be compared with them, we may mention the voyage of St. Brendan, the vision of Albaricus, and St. Patrick's Purgatory, imaginary descriptions, like Dante Alighieri's divine comedy of the supposed abode of the dead. The narrative of Marbodius is one of the latest works dealing with this theme, but it is not the least singular. The Descent of Marbodius into Hell. In the fourteen hundred and fifty-third year of the incarnation of the Son of God, a few days before the enemies of the cross entered the city of Helena and the great Constantine, it was given to me, brother Marbodius, an unworthy monk, to see and to hear what none had hitherto seen or heard. I have composed a faithful narrative of those things so that their memory may not perish with me, for man's time is short. On the first day of May, in the aforesaid year, at the hour of Vespers, I was seated in the Abbey of Corrigan, on a stone in the cloisters, and, as my custom was, I read the verses of the poet whom I love best of all, Virgil, who was sung of the labours, of the field, of shepherds, and of heroes. Evening was hanging its purple folds from the arches of the cloisters, and in a voice of emotion I was murmuring the verses which describe how Dido, the Phoenician queen, wanders with her ever-bleeding wound beneath the myrtles of hell. At that moment Brother Hilary happened to pass by, followed by Brother Jacinth, the porter. Brought up in the barbarous ages before the resurrection of the Muses, Brother Hilary has not been initiated into the wisdom of the ancients. Nevertheless, the poetry of the Mantuan has, like a subtle torch, shed some gleams of light into his understanding. Brother Marbodius, he asked me, do those verses that you utter with swelling breast and sparkling eyes, do they belong to that great Aeneid from which morning or evening your glances are never withheld? I answered that I was reading in Virgil how the son of Ancices perceived Dido like a moon behind the foliage. The author notes here that the text runs, qual'em primo qui c'iguerre immense, advidet, advidessi, votat per nuble lunam. Brother Marbodius, by a strange misunderstanding, substitutes an entirely different image for the one created by the poet. Brother Marbodius, Brother Hilary replied, I am certain that on all occasions Virgil gives expression to wise maxims and profound thoughts, but the songs that he modulates on his Syracusan flute hold such a lofty meaning and such exalted doctrine that I am continually puzzled by them. Take care, Father, cried Brother Jacinth in an agitated voice. Virgil was a magician who wrought marvels by the help of demons. It is thus he pierced through a mountain near Naples and fashioned a bronze horse that had the power to heal all the diseases of horses. He was a necromancer and there is still shown in a certain town in Italy the mirror in which he made the dead appear. And yet a woman deceived this great sorcerer. The Aeneapolitan courtesan invited him to hoist himself up to her window in the basket that was used to bring the provisions and she left him all night, suspended between two stories. Brother Hilary did not appear to hear these observations. Virgil is a prophet. He replied, and a prophet who leaves far behind him the symbols with their sacred verses as well as the daughter of King Priam and that great diviner of future things, Plato of Athens. You will find in the fourth of his Syracusan cantos the birth of our Lord foretold in a language that seems of heaven rather than of earth. The author notes here that three centuries before the epoch in which our Marvodius lived, the words Maro, Vates, Gentilium, the Christo Testimonium, were sung in the churches on Christmas Day. Brother Hilary continued, in the time of my early studies when I read for the first time, Jamm read it at Virgo, I felt myself bathed in an infinite delight, but I immediately experienced intense grief at the thought that, forever deprived of the presence of God, the author of this prophetic verse, the noblest that has come from human lips, was pining among the heathen in internal darkness. This cruel thought did not leave me, yet pursued me even in my studies, my prayers, my meditations and my ascetic labours. Thinking that Virgil was deprived of the sight of God and that possibly he might even be suffering the fate of the reprobate in hell, I couldn't neither enjoy peace nor rest and I went so far as to exclaim several times a day with my arms outstretched to heaven. Reveal to me, O Lord, the lot thou hast assigned to him who sang on earth as the angels sing in heaven. After some years my anguish ceased when I read in an old book that the great Apostle St. Paul, who called the Gentiles into the Church of Christ, went to Naples and sanctified with his tears the tomb of the Prince of Poets. The author here quotes the original Latin, ad maronas mosoliam ductus, fudit superium bierrorum lacrime, quem te intuit redidessem sit vivum in venesim botarum maximae. And we return to Brother Marmodius's narrative. Having thus spoken, old Hillary wished me the peace of a holy night and went away with Brother Jacinthe. I resumed the delightful study of my poet. Book in hand I meditated upon the way in which those whom love destroys with its cruel malady wander through the secret paths in the depth of the Myrtle Forest. And as I meditated the quivering reflections of the stars came and mingled with those of the leafless eglentines in the waters of the Cloister Fountain. Suddenly the lights and the perfumes and the stillness of the sky were overwhelmed. A fierce north wind charged with storm and darkness burst roaring upon me. It lifted me up and carried me like a wisp of straw over fields, cities, rivers, and mountains and through the mist of thunderclouds during a long night composed of a whole series of nights and days. And when after this prolonged and cruel rage the hurricane was at last stilled, I found myself far from my native land at the bottom of a valley bordered by cypress trees. Then a woman of wild beauty, trailing long garments behind her, approached me. She placed her left hand on my shoulder and pointing her right arm to an oak with thick foliage. "'Look,' said she to me. Immediately I recognized the cybil who guards the sacred wood of Avernus and I discerned the fair Proserpene's beautiful golden twig amongst the tufted bows of the tree to which her finger pointed. "'O prophetic virgin,' I exclaimed. "'Thou hast comprehended my desire and thou hast satisfied it in this way. Thou hast revealed to me the tree that bears the shining twig without which none can enter alive into the dwelling place of the dead. And in truth eagerly did I long to converse with the shade of Virgil. Having said this I snatched the golden branch from its ancient trunk and I advanced without fear into the smoking gulf that leads to the myery banks of the sticks upon which the shades are tossed about like dead leaves. At sight of the branch dedicated to Proserpene Charon took me in his bark, which groaned beneath my weight, and I alighted on the shores of the dead and was greeted by the mute baying of the threefold Cerberus. I pretended to throw the shade of a stone at him and the vain monster fled into his cave. There amidst the rushes wandered the souls of those children whose eyes had but opened and shut to the kindly light of day and there in a gloomy cavern, minus judge's men. I penetrated into the myrtle wood in which the victims of love wander languishing, Phaedra, Procrus, the sad Eryphile, Evadne, Pasiphe, Laudamia, and Sinus, and the Phoenician Dido. Then I went through the dusty plains reserved for famous warriors. Beyond them opened two ways. That to the left leads to Tartarus, the abode of the wicked. I took that to the right, which leads to Elysium and to the dwellings of Dis. Having hung the sacred branch at the goddess's door, I reached pleasant fields flooded with purple light. The shades of philosophers and poets hold grave converse there. The graces and the muses formed sprightly choirs upon the grass. Old Homer sang, accompanying himself upon his rustic lyre. His eyes were closed, but divine images shone upon his lips. I saw Solon, Democritus, and Pythagoras watching the games of the young men in the meadow, and through the foliage of an ancient laurel I perceived also Hesiod, Orpheus, the melancholy Euripides, and the masculine Sappho. I passed and recognized as they sat on the bank of a fresh rivulet, the poet Horus, Varius, Gallus, and Licorus. A little apart, leaning against the trunk of a dark-home oak, Virgil was gazing pensively at the grove. Of lofty stature, though spare, he still preserved that swarthy complexion, that rustic air, that negligent bearing and unpolished appearance which during his lifetime concealed his genius. I saluted him piously and remained for a long time without speech. At last, when my halting voice could proceed out of my throat, O thou so dear to the Ossonian muses, thou honour of the Latin name Virgil, cried I, it is through thee I have known what beauty is. It is through thee I have known what the tables of the gods and the beds of the goddesses are like. Suffer the praises of the humblest of thy adorers. Arise, stranger, answered the divine poet, I perceive that thou art a living being among the shades, and that thy body treads down the grass in this eternal evening. Thou art not the first man who has descended before his death into these dwellings, though all intercourse between us and the living is difficult, but cease from praise. I do not like eulogies, and the confused sounds of glory have always offended my ears. That is why I fled from Rome, where I was known to the idol and curious, and laboured in the solitude of my beloved Parthenope. And then I am not so convinced that the men of thy generation understand my verses, that they should be gratified by thy praises. Who art thou? I am called Marpodius of the kingdom of Alca. I made my profession in the Abbey of Corrigan. I read thy poems by day and I read them by night. It is thee whom I have come to see in hell. I was impatient to know what thy fate was. On earth the learned often dispute about it. Some hold it probable that having lived under the power of demons, thou art now burning in inextinguishable flames. Others more cautious pronounce no opinion, believing that all which is said concerning the dead is uncertain and full of lies. Several, though not in truth the ablest, maintain that because thou didst elevate the tone of the Sicilian muses, and foretell that a new progeny would descend from heaven, thou art admitted, like the Emperor Trajan, to enjoy eternal blessedness in the Christian heaven. Thou seest that such is not the case, answered the shades smiling. I meet thee in truth, O Virgil, among the heroes and sages in those illusine fields which thou thyself has described. Thus contrary to what several on earth believe, no one has come to seek thee on the part of him who reigns on high, after a rather long silence, I will conceal not from thee, he sent for me. One of his messengers, a simple man, came to say that I was expected, and that although I had not been initiated into their mysteries, in consideration of my prophetic verses, a place had been reserved for me among those of the new sect. But I refused to accept that invitation. I had no desire to change my lace. I did so not because I share the admiration of the Greeks for the Elysian fields, or because I taste here those joys which caused prosopene to lose the remembrance of her mother. I never believed much myself in what I say about these things in the Aeneid. I was instructed by philosophers and men of science, and I had a correct foreboding of the truth. Life in hell is extremely attenuated. We feel neither pleasure nor pain. We are as if we were not. The dead have no existence here except such as the living land them. Nevertheless I prefer to remain here. But what reason didst thou give, O Virgil, for so strange a refusal? I gave excellent ones. I said to the messenger of the god that I did not deserve the honor he brought me, and that a meaning had been given to my verses which they did not bear. In truth I have not in my fourth eclog betrayed the faith of my ancestors. Some ignorant Jews alone have interpreted in favour of a barbarian god, a verse which celebrates the return of the golden age predicted by the sibling oracles. I excused myself then on the ground that I could not occupy a place which was destined for me in error and to which I recognized that I had no right. Then I alleged my disposition and my tastes which do not accord with the customs of the new heavens. I am not unsociable, said I to this man. I have shown in life a complacent and easy disposition, although the extreme simplicity of my habits caused me to be suspected of avarice. I kept nothing for myself alone. My library was open to all, and I have conformed my conduct to that fine saying of Euripides, all ought to be common among friends. Those praises that seemed obtrusive when I myself received them became agreeable to me when addressed to Various or to Massare, but at bottom I am rustic and uncultivated. I take pleasure in the society of animals. I was so zealous in observing them and took so much care of them that I was regarded, not altogether wrongly, as a good veterinary surgeon. I am told that the people of thy sect claim an immortal soul for themselves, and refuse one to the animals. That is a piece of nonsense that makes me doubt their judgment. Perhaps I love the flocks and the shepherds a little too much. That will not seem right amongst you. There is a maxim to which I endeavour to conform my actions, nothing too much. More even than my feeble health my philosophy teaches me to use things with measure. I am sober. I'll let us in some olives with a drop of phalernean wine form all my meals. I have indeed, to some extent, gone with strange women, but I have not delayed over long in taverns to watch the young Syrians dance to the sound of the crotallum. The author notes that this phrase seems to indicate that if one is to believe Macrobius the copa is by Virgil, and then he continues. But if I have restrained my desires it was for my own satisfaction and for the sake of good discipline. To fear pleasure and to fly from joy appears to me the worst insult that one can offer to nature. I am assured that during their lives certain of the elect of thy God abstained from food and avoided women through love of asceticism and voluntarily exposed themselves to useless sufferings. I should be afraid of meeting those, criminals whose frenzy horrifies me. A poet must not be asked to attach himself too strictly to any scientific of moral doctrine. Moreover I am a Roman, and the Romans, unlike the Greeks, are unable to pursue profound speculations in a subtle manner. If they adopt a philosophy it is above all in order to derive some practical advantages from it. Ciro, who enjoyed great renown among us, taught me the system of Epicurus and thus freed me from vain terrors, and turned me aside from the cruelties to which religion persuades ignorant men. I have embraced the views of Pythagoras concerning the souls of men and animals, both of which are of divine essence. This invites us to look upon ourselves without pride and without shame. I have learned from Alexandrenes how the earth, at first soft and without form, hardened in proportion as Narius withdrew himself from it to dig his humid dwellings. I have learned how things were formed insensibly, in what manner the rains falling from the burdened clouds nourished the silent forests, and by what progress a few animals at last began to wander over the nameless mountains. I could not accustom myself to your cosmogony, either, for it seems to me fitter for a camel-driver on the Syrian sands than for a disciple of Aristarchus of Samos. And what would become of me in the abode of your beatitude if I did not find there my friends, my ancestors, my masters, and my gods? And if it is not given to me to see Ray as noble son, or Venus mother of Aeneas, with her winning smile, or Pan, or the young dryads, or the Sylvans, or Old Solanus, with his face stained by ageless purple mulberries? These are the reasons which I vague that simple man to plead before the successor of Jupiter. And since then, O great shade, thou hast received no other messages. I have received none. To console themselves for thy absence, O Virgil, they have three poets, Comodianus, Prudentius, and Fortunatus, who were all three born in those dark plays when neither prosody nor grammar were known. But tell me, O Mantuan, as thou never received other intelligence of the God, whose company thou did so deliberately refuse? Never that I remember. As thou not told me that I am not the first to descend it alive into these abodes and present it himself before thee, thou dost remind me of it. A century and a half ago, or so it seems to me, it is difficult to reckon days and years amid the shades, my profound peace was intruded upon by a strange visitor. As I was wandering beneath the gloomy foliage that borders the cheeks, I saw rising before me a human form more opaque and darker than that of the inhabitants of these shores. I recognized a living person. He was of high stature, thin with an aquiline nose, sharp chin and hollow cheeks. His dark eyes shot forth fire, a red hood girt with a crown of laurels bound his lean brows. His bones pierced through the tight brown cloak that descended to his heels. He saluted me with deference, tempered by a sort of fierce pride, and addressed me in a speech more obscure and incorrect than that of those Gauls with whom the Divine Julius filled both his legions in the Curia. At last I understood that he had been born near Fiasole, in an ancient Etruscan colony that Sulla had founded on the banks of the Arno, in which had prospered, that he had obtained municipal honors, but that he had thrown himself vehemently into the sanguinary quarrels which arose between the Senate or the knights and the people, that he had been defeated and banished, but now he wandered in exile throughout the world. He described Italy to me as distracted by more wars and discords than in the time of my youth, and as sighing anew for a second Augustus. I pitied his misfortune, remembering what I myself had formerly endured. An audacious spirit unceasingly disquieted him, and his mind harbored great thoughts, but alas his rudeness and ignorance displayed the triumph of barbarism he knew neither poetry nor science, or even the tongue of the Greeks, and he was ignorant, too, of the ancient traditions concerning the origin of the world and the nature of the gods. He bravely repeated fables which, in my time, would have brought smiles to the little children who were not yet old enough to pay for admission at the baths, the vulgar easily believe in monsters, the Etruscans especially people held with demons, hideous as a sick man's dreams, that they have not abandoned their childish imaginings after so many centuries as explained by the continuation and progress of ignorance and misery, but that one of their magistrates, whose mind is raised above the common level, should share these popular illusions, and should be frightened by the hideous demons that the inhabitants of that country painted on the walls of their tombs in the time of Porcena, that is something which might sadden even a sage. My Etruscan visitor repeated verses to me which he had composed in a new dialect, called by him the vulgar tongue, the sense of which I could not understand. My ears were more surprised than charmed as I heard him repeat the same sound three or four times at regular intervals in his efforts to mark the rhythm. That artifice did not seem ingenious to me, but it is not for the dead to judge of novelties. But I do not reproach this colonist of Sulla, born in an unhappy time, for making inharmonious verses or for being, if it be possible, as bad a poet as Bavius or Mavius. I have grievances against him which touch me more closely. The thing is monstrous and scarcely credible, but when this man returned to earth, he disseminated the most odious lies about me. He affirmed in several passages of his barbarous poems that I had served him as a guide in the modern Tartarus, a place I know nothing of. He insolently proclaimed that I had spoken of the gods of Rome as false and lying gods, and that I held as the true god the present successor of Jupiter. Friend, when thou art restored to the kindly light of day, and beholdest again thy native land, contradict those abominable falsehoods. Say to thy people that the singer of the pious Aeneas has never worshipped the god of the Jews. I am assured that his power is declining, and that his approaching fall is manifested by undoubted indications. This news would give me some pleasure, if one could rejoice in these abodes where we feel neither fears nor desires. He spoke, and with a gesture of farewell he went away. I beheld his shade gliding over the Asphodels without bending their stalks. I saw that it became fainter and vaguer as it receded farther from me, and it vanished before it reached the wood of evergreen laurels. Then I understood the meaning of the words, the dead have no life, but that which the living lend them, and I walked slowly through the pale meadow to the gate of Horn. I affirmed that all in this writing is true. The author adds here. There is in Marbodius's narrative a passage very worthy of notice. For example, that in which the monk of Corrigan describes Dante Alegari, such as we picture him to ourselves today. The miniature is in a very old manuscript of the Divine Comedy, the Codex Venetianus, represent the poet as a little fat man clad in a short tunic, the skirts of which fall above his knees. As for Virgil he still wears the philosophical beard in the wood engravings of the sixteenth century. Then the author concludes by saying, One would not have thought either that Marbodius or even Virgil could have known the Etruscan tombs of Tiusi and Corneto, where in fact there are horrible and burlesque devils closely resembling those of Organa. Nevertheless the authenticity of the descent of Marbodius into hell is indisputable. M'chur de Claude Lune has firmly established it. To doubt it would be to doubt paleography itself. CHAPTER VII SIGNS IN THE MOON At that time, whilst Pinguinia was still plunged in ignorance and barbarism, Giles Birdcatcher, a Franciscan monk known by his writings under the name Agidius a.c., devoted himself with indefatigable zeal to the study of letters and the sciences. He gave his knights to mathematics and music, which he called the two adorable sisters, the harmonious daughters of number and imagination. He was versed in medicine and astrology, he was suspected of practicing magic, and it seemed true that he wrought metamorphoses and discovered hidden things. The monks of his convent, finding in his cell Greek books which they could not read, imagined them to be conjuring books and denounced their two-learned brother as a wizard. Agidius a.c. fled and reached the island of Ireland where he lived for thirty studious years. He went from monastery to monastery, searching for and copying the Greek and Latin manuscripts which they contained. He also studied physics and alchemy, he acquired a universal knowledge and discovered notable secrets concerning animals, plants, and stones. He was found one day in the company of a very beautiful woman who sang to her own accompaniment on the lute, and who was afterwards discovered to be a machine which he had himself constructed. He often crossed the Irish Sea to go into the land of Wales and to visit the libraries of the monasteries there. During one of these crossings, as he remained during the night on the bridge of the ship, he saw beneath the waters two sturgeons swimming side by side. He had very good hearing, and he knew the language of fishes. Now he heard one of the sturgeons say to the other, The man in the moon, whom we have often seen carrying faggots on his shoulders, has fallen into the sea. And the other sturgeon said in its turn, and in the silver disk there will be seen the image of two lovers kissing each other on the mouth. Some years later having returned to his native country, Agidius a.c. found that ancient learning had been restored. Men no longer pursued the nymphs of the fountains, of the woods and of the mountains with their insults. They placed images of the muses and of the modest graces in their gardens, and they rendered her former honors to the goddess with ambrosial lips, the joy of men and gods. They were becoming reconciled to nature. They trampled vain terrors beneath their feet and raised their eyes to heaven without fearing, as they formally did, to read signs of anger and threats of damnation in the skies. This spectacle, Agidius a.c. remembered with the two sturgeons of the Sea of Aeron had foretold. End of Chapter 7 and the end of Book 3. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Serois. Michael.serois, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France. Book 4 Modern Times, Trinco. Book 4, Chapter 1, Mother Roquine. Agidius a.c. the Erasmus of the Penguins was not mistaken. His age was an age of free inquiry. But that great man mistook the elegances of the humanists for softness of manners. And he did not foresee the effects that the Awaking of Intelligence would have amongst the Penguins. It brought about the religious reformation. Catholics massacred Protestants, and Protestants massacred Catholics. Such were the first results of liberty of thought. The Catholics prevailed in Penguinia, but the spirit of inquiry had penetrated among them without their knowing it. They joined reason to faith, and claimed that religion had been divested of the superstitious practices that dishonored it, just as in later days the booths that the cobblers, hucksters, and dealers in old clothes had built against the walls of the cathedrals were cleared away. The word legend, which at first indicated what the faithful ought to read, soon suggested the idea of pious fables and childish tales. The saints had to suffer from this state of mind. An obscure canon called Prince Toe, a very austere and crabbed man, designated so great a number of them as not worthy of having their days observed that he was surnamed the Exposer of the Saints. He did not think, for instance, that if St. Margaret's prayer were applied as a poultice to a woman in travail that the pains of childbirth would be softened. Even the venerable patron saint of Penguinia did not escape his rigid criticism. This is what he says of her in his Antiquities of Alca. Nothing is more uncertain than the history, or even the existence of St. Orbarosia. An ancient, anonymous analyst, a monk of Dombay, relates that a woman called Orbarosia was possessed by the devil in a cavern, where even down to his own days the little boys and girls of the village used to play at a sort of game representing the devil in the fair Orbarosia. He adds that this woman became the concubine of a horrible dragon who ravaged the country. Such a statement is hardly credible, but the history of Orbarosia, as it has been related, seems hardly more worthy of belief. The life of that saint by the abbot Simplicisimus is three hundred years later than the pretended events which it relates, and that author shows himself excessively credulous and devoid of all critical faculty. Suspicion attacked even the supernatural origin of the penguins. The historian Ovidius Capito went so far as to deny the miracle of their transformation. He thus begins his annals of Penguinia. Dense obscurity envelops this history, and it would be no exaggeration to say that it is a tissue of barile fables and popular tales. The penguins claim that they are descended from birds, who were baptized by saint male, and whom God changed into men at the intercession of that glorious apostle. They hold that, situated at first in the frozen ocean, their island, floating like Delos, was brought to anchor in these heaven-favored seas, of which it is today the queen. I conclude that this myth is a reminiscence of the ancient migrations of the penguins. In the following century, which was that of the philosophers, skepticism became still more acute. No further evidence of it is needed than the following celebrated passage from the moral essay. Arriving we know not from Wenz, for indeed their origins are not very clear, and successively invaded and conquered by four or five peoples from the north, south, east, and west, miscegenated, interbred, amalgamated, and commingled, the penguins boast of the purity of their race, and with justice, for they have become a pure race. The mixture of all mankind, red, black, yellow, and white, round-headed, and long-headed, has formed in the course of ages a fairly homogenous human family, and one which is recognizable by certain features due to a community of life and customs. This idea that they belong to the best race in the world, and that they are its finest family, inspires them with noble pride, indomitable courage, and a hatred for the human race. The life of a people is but a succession of miseries, crimes, and follies. This is true of the penguin nation as of all other nations. Save for this exception, its history is admirable from beginning to end. The two classic ages of the penguins are too well known for me to lay stress upon them. But what has not been sufficiently noticed is the way in which the rationalist theologians, such as Canon Prince Toe, called into existence the unbelievers of the succeeding age. The former employed their reason to destroy what did not seem to them essential to their religion. They only left untouched the most rigid article of faith. Their intellectual successors, being taught by them how to make use of science and reason, employed them against whatever beliefs remained. Thus rational theology engendered natural philosophy. That is why, if I may turn from the penguins of former days to the sovereign Pontiff, who today governs the universal church, we cannot admire too greatly the wisdom of Pope Pius X in condemning the study of exegesis as contrary to revealed truth, fatal to sound theological doctrine, and deadly to the faith. Those clerics who maintain the rights of science in opposition to him are pernicious doctors and pestilent teachers, and the faithful who approve of them are lacking in either mental or moral ballast. At the end of the age of philosophers, the ancient kingdom of Penguinia was utterly destroyed. The king put to death the privileges of the nobles abolished, and a republic proclaimed in the midst of public misfortunes, and while a terrible war was raging. The assembly, which then governed Penguinia, ordered all the metal articles contained in the churches to be melted down. The patriots even desecrated the tombs of the kings. It is said that when the tomb of Draco the Great was opened, that king presented an appearance as black as a peony, and so majestic that those who profaned his corpse fled in terror. According to other accounts these churlish men insulted him by putting a pipe in his mouth, and derisively offering him a glass of wine. On the seventeenth day of the month of Mayflowers, the shrine of Saint Orbarosia, which had for five hundred years been exposed to the veneration of the faithful in the Church of Saint Male, was transported into the town hall, and submitted to the examination of a jury of experts appointed by the municipality. It was made of gilded copper in shape like the nave of a church, entirely covered with enamels and decorated with precious stones, which latter were perceived to be false. The chapter in its foresight had removed the rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and great balls of rock crystal, and had substituted pieces of glass in their place. It contained only a little dust and a piece of old linen, which were thrown into a great fire that had been lighted on the Plasta Grave to burn the relics of the saints. The people danced around it singing patriotic songs. From the threshold of their booth, which leaned against the town hall, a man called Rokin and his wife were watching this group of madmen. Rokin clipped dogs and gilded cats. He also frequented the inns. His wife was a rag-picker and a bawd, but she had plenty of shrewdness. "'You see, Rokin,' said she to her man, "'they are committing a sacrilege. They will repent of it.' "'You know nothing about it, wife,' answered Rokin. "'They have become philosophers, and when one is once a philosopher, he's a philosopher forever.'" I tell you, Rokin, that sooner or later they will regret what they are doing today. They ill-treat the saints because they have not helped them enough, but for all that the quails won't fall already cooked into their mouths, they will soon find themselves as badly off as before, and when they have put out their tongues for enough, they will become pious again. Sooner than people think the day will come when Pinguinia will again begin to honor her blessed patron. Rokin, it would be a good thing, in readiness for that day, if we kept a handful of ashes and some rags and bones in an old pot in our lodgings. We will say that they are the relics of St. Orbarosia, and that we have saved them from the flames at the peril of our lives. I am greatly mistaken if we don't get honor and profit out of them. That good action might be worth a place from the Curay to sell tapers and higher chairs in the Chapel of St. Orbarosia. On that same day Mother Rokin took home with her little ashes and some bones, and put them in an old jam-pot in her cupboard. End of Book 4, Chapter 1. This reading is by Michael Sirwa, Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S, .com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France. Book 4, Modern Times, Trinco. Book 4, Chapter 2, Trinco. The sovereign nation had taken possession of the lands of the nobility and clergy to sell them at a low price to the middle classes and the peasants. The middle classes and the peasants thought that the revolution was a good thing for acquiring lands and a bad one for retaining them. The legislators of the Republic made terrible laws for the defense of property and decreed death to anyone who should propose a division of wealth, but that did not avail the Republic. The peasants who had become proprietors bethought themselves that, though it had made them rich, the Republic had nevertheless caused a disturbance to wealth, and they desired a system more respectful of private property and more capable of assuring the permanence of the new institutions. They had not long to wait. The Republic, like Agrippina, bore her destroyer in her bosom. During great wars to carry on, it created military forces, and these were destined both to save it and to destroy it. Its legislators thought they could restrain their generals by the fear of punishment, but if they sometimes cut off the heads of unlucky soldiers, they could not do the same to the fortunate soldiers who obtained over it the advantages of having saved its existence. In the enthusiasm of victory, the renovated penguins delivered themselves up to a dragon more terrible than that of their fables, who, like a stork amongst frogs, devoured them for fourteen years with his insatiable beak. Half a century after the reign of the new dragon, a young Maharaja of Malay called Jambi, desirous like the Scythian Anacarsis of instructing himself by travel, visited Penguinia and wrote an interesting account of his travels. I transcribed the first page of his account. Account of the Travels of Young Jambi in Penguinia. After a voyage of ninety days, I landed at the vast and deserted port of the penguins, and traveled over untilled fields to their ruined capital. Surrounded by ramparts and full of barracks and arsenals, it had a marshal though desolate appearance. Feeble and crippled men wandered proudly through the streets, wearing old uniforms and carrying rusty weapons. What do you want? I was rudely asked at the gate of the city by a soldier whose moustache is pointed to the skies. Sir, I answered, I come as an inquirer to visit this island. It is not an island, replied the soldier. What? I exclaimed, Penguin Island is not an island? No, sir, it is an insula. It was formerly called an island, but for a century it has been decreed that it shall bear the name of insula. It is the only insula in the whole universe. Have you a passport? Here it is. Go and get it signed at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. A lame guide who conducted me came to a pause in a vast square. The insula, said he, has given birth as you know to Trinko, the greatest genius of the universe, whose statue you see before you. That obelisk standing to your right commemorates Trinko's birth. The column that rises to your left has Trinko crowned with a diadem upon its summit. You see here the triumphal arch dedicated to the glory of Trinko and his family. What extraordinary feat has Trinko performed? I asked. War. That is nothing extraordinary. Many Malayans make war constantly. That may be, but Trinko is the greatest warrior of all countries and all times. There has never existed a greater conqueror than he. As you anchored in our port you sought to the east of volcanic island called Amphalophoria, shaped like a cone, and of small size but renowned for its wines, and to the west a larger island which rises to the sky a long range of sharp teeth. For this reason it is called the dog's jaws. It is rich in copper mines. We possessed both before Trinko's reign and they were the boundaries of our empire. Trinko extended the penguin dominion over the archipelago of the turquoises and the green continent, subdued the gloomy porpoises, and planted his flag amid the icebergs of the pole and on the burning sands of the African deserts. He raised troops in all the countries he conquered, and when his armies marched past in the wake of our own light infantry, our island grenadiers, our hussars, our bragoons, our artillery, and our engineers, there were to be seen yellow soldiers looking in their blue armor like crayfish standing on their tails, red men with parrot's plumes, tattooed with solar and phallic emblems, and with quivers of poisoned arrows resounding on their backs, naked blacks armed only with their teeth and nails, pygmies riding on cranes, gorillas carrying trunks of trees and led by an old ape who wore upon his military breast the cross of the Legion of Honor, and all those troops led to Trinko's banner by the most ardent patriotism flew on from victory to victory, and in thirty years of war Trinko conquered half the known world. What, cried I? You possess half of the world? Trinko conquered it for us, and Trinko lost it to us. As great in his defeats as in his victories, he surrendered all that he had conquered. He even allowed those two islands we possessed before his time, Amphalophoria and the dog's jaws, to be taken from us. He left Pinguinia impoverished and depopulated. The flower of the insula perished in his wars. At the time of his fall there were left in our country none but the hunchbacks and cripples from whom we are descended, but he gave us glory. He made you pay dearly for it. Glory never costs too much, replied my guide. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa, Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole, France. Book Four, Modern Times, Trinko. Book Four, Chapter Three, The Journey of Dr. Abnubil After a succession of amazing vicissitudes, the memory of which is in great part lost by the wrongs of time and the bad style of historians, the penguins established the government of the penguins, by themselves. They elected a diet or assembly, and invested it with the privilege of naming the head of state. The latter, chosen from among the simple penguins, wore no formidable monsters crest upon his head, and exercised no absolute authority over the people. He was himself subject to the laws of the nation. He was not given the title of king, and no ordinal number followed his name. He bore such names as Patourle, Jean-Vionne, Traffoldin, Coquineau, and Breduy. These magistrates did not make war. They were not suited for that. The new state received the name of public thing, or republic. Its partisans were called republicanists, or republicans. They were also named thingmongers and sometimes scamps, but this latter name was taken an ill part. The penguin democracy did not itself govern. It obeyed a financial oligarchy, which formed opinion by means of the newspapers, and held in its hands the representatives, the ministers, and the president. It controlled the finances of the republic, and directed the foreign affairs of the country as if it were possessed of sovereign power. Empires and kingdoms in those days kept up enormous elites. Penguinia, compelled to do as they did, sank under the pressure of her armaments. Everybody deplored, or pretended to deplore, so grievous a necessity. However the rich, and those engaged in business or affairs, submitted to it with a good heart, through a spirit of patriotism, and because they counted on the soldiers and sailors to defend their goods at home, and to acquire markets and territories abroad. The great manufacturers encouraged the making of cannons and ships through a zeal for the national defense, and in order to obtain orders. Among the citizens of Middle Rank and of the liberal professions some resigned themselves to this state of affairs without complaining, believing that it would last forever. Others waited impatiently for its end, and thought they might be able to lead the powers to a simultaneous disarmament. The illustrious professor Abnobeel belonged to this latter class. War, said he, is a barbarity to which the progress of civilization will put an end. The great democracies are pacific, and will soon impose their will upon the aristocrats. Professor Abnobeel, who had for sixty years led a solitary and retired life in his laboratory, with her external noises did not penetrate, resolved to observe the spirit of the peoples for himself. He began his studies with the greatest of all democracies, and set sail for New Atlantis. After a voyage of fifteen days his steamer entered during the night the harbor of Titanport, where thousands of ships were anchored. An iron bridge thrown across the water and shining with lights stretched between two piers so far apart that Professor Abnobeel imagined he was sailing on the seas of Saturn, and that he saw the marvellous ring which girds the planet of the old man, and this immense conduit bore upon it more than a quarter of the wealth of the world. The learned penguin, having disembarked, was weighted on by automatons in a hotel forty-eight stories high. Then he took the great railway that led to Gigantopolis, the capital of New Atlantis. In the train there were restaurants, gaming rooms, athletic arenas, telegraphic, commercial and financial offices, a Protestant church, and the printing office of a great newspaper, which latter the doctor was unable to read, as he did not know the language of the New Atlantans. The train passed along the banks of great rivers, through manufacturing cities which concealed the sky with the smoke from their chimneys, towns black in the day, towns red at night, full of noise by day and full of noise also by night. Here, thought the doctor, is a people far too much engaged in industry and trade to make war. I am already certain that the New Atlantans pursue a policy of peace, for it is an axiom admitted by all economists that peace without and peace within are necessary for the progress of commerce and industry. 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. Abnobeel 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 Arbares and Acanthus, seventy meters above the Stylabate. 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 a right? asked Professor Abnabil. 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 Dr. Abnabil. He is a pig merchant. Is there any opposition? said the President. I put the proposition to the vote. The war against the Emerald Republic was voted with uplifted hands by a very large majority. What? said Abnabil to the interpreter. You have voted a war with that rapidity and that indifference? Oh, it is an unimportant war which will hardly cost eight million dollars. And men? the men are included in the eight million dollars. Then Dr. Abnabil bent his head in bitter reflection. Since wealth and civilization admit of as many causes of wars as poverty and barbarism, since the folly and wickedness of men are incurable, there remains but one good action to be done. The wise man will collect enough dynamite to blow up this planet. When its fragments fly through space, an imperceptible amelioration will be accomplished in the universe, and a satisfaction will be given to the universal conscience. Moreover, this universal conscience does not exist. End of Chapter 3 and the end of Book 4. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirois. Michael.Sirois, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France. Book 5, Modern Times. Chatillon. Book 5, Chapter 1. The Reverend Fathers Agaric and Corn News. Every system of government produces people who are dissatisfied. The republic, or public thing, produced them at first from among the nobles who had been despoiled of their ancient privileges. These looked with regret and hoped Prince Crucho, the last of the Drakenites, a prince adorned both with the grace of youth and the melancholy of exile. It also produced them from among the smaller traders, who, owing to profound economic causes, no longer gained a livelihood. They believed that this was the fault of the republic, which they had at first adored, and from which each day they were now becoming more detached. The financiers, both Christians and Jews, became by their insolence and their cupidity the scourge of the country, which they plundered and degraded, as well as the scandal of a government which they never troubled either to destroy or preserve, so confident were they that they could operate without hindrance under all governments. Nevertheless, their sympathies inclined to absolute power as the best protection against the socialists, their puny but ardent adversaries, and just as they imitated the habits of the aristocrats, so they imitated their political and religious sentiments. Their women, in particular, loved the prince and had dreams of appearing one day at his court. However, the republic retained some partisans and defenders. If it was not in a position to believe in the fidelity of its own officials, it could at least count on the devotion of the manual laborers, although it had never relieved their misery. These came forth in crowds from the quarries and their factories to defend it, and marched in long processions, gloomy, emaciated, and sinister. They would have died for it because it had given them hope. Now, under the presidency of Theodore Formos, there lived in a peaceable suburb of Alka, a monk called Agaric, who kept a school and assisted in arranging marriages. In his school he taught fencing and riding to the sons of old families, illustrious by their birth, but now as destitute of wealth as of privilege. And as soon as they were old enough, he married them to the daughters of the opulent and despised cast of financiers. Tall, thin, and dark, Agaric used to walk in deep thought with his breviary in his hand and his brow loaded with care through the corridors of the school and the alleys of the garden. His care was not limited to inculcating in his pupils abstruse doctrines and mechanical precepts and to endowing them afterwards with legitimate and rich wives. He entertained political designs and pursued the realization of a gigantic plan. His thought of thoughts and labor of labors was to overthrow the Republic. He was not moved to this by any personal interest. He believed that a democratic state was opposed to the Holy Society to which body and soul he belonged. And all the other monks, his brethren, thought the same. The Republic was perpetually at strife with the congregation of monks and the assembly of the faithful. True to plot the death of the new government was a difficult and perilous enterprise. Still, Agaric was in a position to carry on a formidable conspiracy. At that epoch, when the clergy guided the superior classes of the penguins, this monk exercised a tremendous influence over the aristocracy of Alka. All the young men whom he had brought up waited only for a favorable moment to march against the popular power. The sons of the ancient families did not practice the arts or engage in business. They were almost all soldiers and served the Republic. They served it, but they did not love it. They regretted the dragon's crest. And the fair juices shared in these regrets in order that they might be taken for Christians. One July, as he was walking in a suburban street which ended in some dusty fields, Agaric heard groans coming from a moss-grown well that had been abandoned by the gardeners. And almost immediately he was told by a cobbler of the neighborhood that a ragged man who had shouted out, Hurrah for the Republic had been thrown into the well by some cavalry officers who were passing and had sunk up to his ears in the mud. Agaric was quite ready to see a general significance in this particular fact. He inferred a great fermentation in the whole aristocratic and military cast and concluded that it was the moment to act. The next day he went to the end of the wood of Connells to visit the good father Cornmuse. He found the monk in his laboratory pouring a golden-colored liquor into a still. He was a short, fat little man with vermilion-tinted cheeks and an elaborately polished bald head. His eyes had ruby-colored pupils like guinea pigs. He graciously saluted his visitor and offered him a glass of the St. Orbarosian liqueur which he manufactured and from the sale of which he gained immense well. Agaric made a gesture of refusal. Then, standing on his long feet and pressing his melancholy hat against his stomach, he remained silent. Take a seat, said Cornmuse to him. Agaric sat down on a rickety stool but continued mute. Then the monk of Connells inquired, Tell me some news of your young pupils. Have the dear children sound views? I am very satisfied with them, answered the teacher. It is everything to be nurtured in sound principles. It is necessary to have sound views before having any views at all. For afterwards it is too late. Yes, I have great grounds for comfort, but we live in a sad age. Alas! sighed Cornmuse. We are passing through evil days. The people are tired of a government that ruins them and does nothing for them. Every day fresh scandals spring up. The republic is sunk in shame. It is ruined. May God grant it. Cornmuse, what do you think of Prince Crucho? He is an amiable young man and, I dare say, a worthy siren of an august stock. He is an amiable young man, and I dare say, a worthy siren of an august stock. I pity him for having to endure the pains of exile at so early an age. Spring has no flowers for the exile, autumn no fruits. Prince Crucho has sound views. He respects the clergy. He practices our religion. Besides, he consumes a good deal of my little products. Cornmuse, in many homes, both rich and poor, his return is hoped for. Believe me, he will come back. May I live to throw my mantle beneath his feet, sighed Cornmuse. Seeing that he held these sentiments, Agaric depicted to him the state of people's minds such as he himself imagined them. He showed him the nobles and the rich exasperated against the popular government, the army refusing to endure fresh insults, the officials willing to portray their chiefs, the people discontented, riot ready to burst forth, and the enemies of the monks, the agents of the wells of Alka. He concluded that it was the moment to strike a great blow. We can, he cried, saved the penguin people. We can deliver it from its tyrants, deliver it from itself, restore the dragon's crest, reestablish the ancient state, the good state, for the honor of the faith and the exaltation of the church. We can do this if we will. We possess great wealth and we exert secret influences. By our evangelistic and outspoken generals, we communicate with all the ecclesiastics in towns and county alike. And we inspire them with our own eager enthusiasm and our own burning faith. They will kindle their penitents in their congregations. I can dispose of the chiefs of the army. I have an understanding with the men of the people. Unknown to them, I sway the minds of umbrella sellers, publicans, shopmen, gutter merchants, newspaper boys, women of the streets and police agents. We have more people on our side than we need. What are we waiting for? Let us act. What do you think of doing? Asked Cornmews. Of forming a vast conspiracy and overthrowing the Republic. Of re-establishing Crucho on the throne of the Draconites. Cornmews moistened his lips with his tongue several times. Then he set with unction. Certainly the restoration of the Draconites is desirable. It is eminently and from my part, desire it with all my heart. As for the Republic, you know what I think of it. But would it not be better to abandon it to its fate and let it die of the vices of its own constitution? Doubtless agoric what you propose is noble and generous. It would be a fine thing to save this great and unhappy country to re-establish it in its ancient splendor. But reflect on it. We are Christians before we are penguins, and we must take heed not to compromise religion and political enterprises. Agoric replied eagerly, hear nothing. We shall hold all the threads of the plot. But we ourselves shall remain in the background. We shall not be seen. Like flies and milk murmured the monk of Connells, and turning his keen ruby-colored eyes towards his brother-monk, take care. Perhaps the Republic is stronger than it seems. Possibly, too, by dragging it out of the nervous inertia in which it now may only consolidate its forces. Its malice is great. If we attack it, it will defend itself. It makes bad laws which hardly affect us. If it is frightened, it will make terrible ones against us. Let us not lightly engage in an adventure in which we may get pleased. You think the opportunity a good one. I don't, and I am going to tell you why. The present government is not yet known by everybody, that is to say it is known by nobody. It proclaims that it is the public thing, the common thing. The populist believes it and remains Democratic and Republican. But patience —this same people will one day demand that the public thing be the people's thing. I need not tell you how insolent, unregulated and contrary to scriptural polity such claims seem to me, but the people will make them and enforce them, and then there will be an end of the present government. The moment cannot now be far distant, and it is then that we ought to act in the interests of our august body. Let us wait. What hurries us? Our existence is not in peril. It has not been rendered absolutely intolerable to us. The Republic fails in respect and submission to us. It does not give the priests the honors it owes them, but it lets us live. And such is the excellence of opposition that with us to live is to prosper. The Republic is hostile to us, but women fear us. Resident, for most, does not assist at the celebration of our mysteries. But I have seen his wife and daughters at my feet. They buy my files by the gross. I have no better clients, even among the aristocracy. Let us say what there is to be said for it. There is no country in the world as good for priests and monks as Pinguinia. In what other country would you find our virgin wax are? Virile incense, our rosaries, our scapulars, our holy water, our saint or borosian liqueur sold in such great quantities. What other people would, like the penguins, give a hundred golden crowns for a wave of our hands, the sound from our mouths, a movement of our lips? For my part I gain a thousand times more in this pleasant faithful and docile Pinguinia by extracting the essence from a bundle of time than I could make by tiring my lungs with preaching the remission of sins in the most open America. Honestly, would Pinguinia be better off if a police officer came to take me away from here and put me on a steamboat bound for the islands of night? Having thus spoken, the monk of Connells got up and led his guest into a huge shed where hundreds of orphans, clothed in blue were packing bottles, nailing up cases and gumming tickets. The ear was deafened by the noise of hammers mingled with the dull rumbling of bales being placed here that consignments are forwarded, said Cornmuse. I have obtained from the government a railway through the wood and a station at my door. Every three days I fill a truck with my own products. You see that the Republic has not killed all beliefs. Agaric made a last effort to engage the wise distillery in his enterprise. He pointed him to a prompt at certain dazzling success. Don't you wish to share in it? he added. Don't you wish to bring him from Exile? Exile is pleasant to men of good will, answered the monk of Connells. If you are guided by me, my dear brother Agaric, you will give up your project for the present. For my own part I have no illusions whether or not I belong to your party. If you lose, I shall have to pay like you. Father Agaric took leave of his friend and went back satisfied to his school. Cornmuse thought he, not being able to grant the plot, would like to make it succeed and he will give money. Agaric was not deceived. Such indeed was the solidarity among priests and monks, but the acts of a single one bound them all. That was at once both their strength and their weakness. End of book 5, chapter 1 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer this reading is by Michael Sirois Michael.sirois s-i-r-o-i-s dot com Penguin Island by Anatole France. Book 5 Modern Times, Châtillon Book 5, chapter 2 Prince Crucho Agaric resolved to proceed without delay to Prince Crucho, who honored him with his familiarity. In the dusk of the evening he went out of his school by the side door, disguised as a cattle merchant and took passage to the Saint-Mail. The next day he landed in Porpoisea, where it was at Chitterling's castle on the suspittable soil that Crucho ate the bitter bread of exile. Agaric met the prince on the road, driving in a motor-car with two young ladies, at the rate of a hundred miles an hour. When the monks saw him he shook his red umbrella and the prince stopped his car. Is it you, Agaric? Get in! There are already three of us, but we can make room for you. You can take one of these young ladies on when the highest Agaric got in. What news, worthy father, asked the young prince. Great news, answered Agaric. Can I speak? You can. I have nothing secret from these two ladies. Sire, Penguinia claims you. You will not be deaf to her call. Agaric described the state of feeling and outlined a vast plot. On my first signal, said he, all your partisans will rise at once. With cross in hand and habits your venerable clergy will lead the armed crowd into Formos' palace. We shall carry terror and death among your enemies. For a reward of our efforts we only ask of you, Sire, that you will not render them useless. We entreat you to come and seat yourself on the throne that we shall prepare. The prince returned a simple answer. I shall enter Alka on a green horse. Agaric declared that he accepted this manly response, although contrary to his custom he had a lady he adjured the young prince with a sublime loftiness of soul to be faithful to his royal duties. Sire, he cried with tears in his eyes, you will live to remember the day on which you have been restored from exile, given back to your people, re-established on the throne of your ancestors by the hands of your monks and crowned by them with the august crest of the dragon. King Crucho, may you equal the glory of your ancestor, Draco the Great. The young prince threw himself in a position on his restorer and attempted to embrace him, but he was prevented from reaching him by the girth of the two ladies so tightly packed where they all in that historic carriage. Where the father, said he, I would like all Penguinia to witness this embrace. It would be a cheering spectacle, said Agaric. In the meantime the motor-car rushed like a tornado through hamlets and villages, crushing hens, geese, turkeys, ducks, guinea fowls, cats, dogs, pigs, children, laborers, and women beneath its insatiable tires. And the pious Agaric turned over his great designs in his mind. His voice coming from behind one of the ladies expressed this thought, we must have money, a great deal of money. That is your business, answered the prince, but already the park gates were opening to the formidable motor-car. The dinner was sumptuous. They toasted the dragon's crest. Everybody knows that a closed goblet is a sign of sovereignty, so Prince Crucho and Princess Gudrun, his wife, drank out of goblets that were covered over like saboreums. The prince had his filled several times with the wines of Penguinia, both white and red. Crucho had received a truly princely education, and he excelled in motoring, but he was not ignorant of history either. He was said to be well versed in antiquities and famous deeds of his family, and indeed he gave a notable proof of his knowledge in this respect. As they were speaking of the various remarkable peculiarities that had been noticed in famous women, it is perfectly true, said he, that Queen Crucha, whose name I bear, had the mark of a little monkey's head upon her body. During the evening Agaric had a decisive interview with three of the prince's oldest counsellors. It was decided to ask for funds from Crucho's father-in-law, as he was anxious to have a king for son-in-law, from several Jewish ladies, who were impatient to become ennobled, in the region of the Porpoises, who had promised his aid to the draconides, thinking that by Crucho's restoration he would weaken the penguins, the hereditary enemies of his people. The three old counsellors divided among themselves the three chief officers of the court, those of Chamberlain, Seneschal, and High Steward, and authorized the monk to distribute the other places to the prince's best advantage. Devotion has to be rewarded, said the three old counsellors, and treachery also, as it is, but too true, replied one of them, the Marquis of Seven Moons, who had experience of revolutions. There was dancing, and after the ball Prince's Gudrun tore up her green robe to make cockades. With her own hands she sewed a piece of it on the monk's breast, upon which he shed tears of sensibility and gratitude. Monsieur de Plume, the prince's equity, set out the same evening to look for a green horse. Chapter 2 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirois. Michael.Sirois, s-i-r-o-i-s dot com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France. Book 5, Modern Times, Châtillon. Book 5, Chapter 3, After his return to the capital of Penguinia, the Reverend Father Agaric disclosed his projects to Prince Adelistan de Bosano, of whose draconian sentiments he was well aware. The prince belonged to the highest nobility. The tortical de Bosano went back to Brian the Good, and under the draconites had held the highest offices in the kingdom. In 1179, Philip Tortical, High Admiral of Penguinia, a brave, faithful, and generous, but vindictive man, delivered over the port of Luc Creek and the penguin fleet to the enemies of the kingdom because he suspected that Queen Crucha, whose lover he was, had been unfaithful to him and loved a stable boy. It was that great queen who gave to the Bosanos the silver warming pan which they bear in their arms. As for their motto, it only goes back to the sixteenth century. The story of its origin is as follows. One Galanite, as he mingled with the crowd of courtiers who were watching the fireworks in the king's garden, John de Bosano approached the Duchess of Skull and put his hand under the petticoat of that lady, who made no complaint at the gesture. The king, happening to pass, surprised them and contented himself with saying, and thus I find you, these four words became the motto of the Bosanos. Prince of Delestan had not degenerated from his ancestors. He preserved an unalterable fidelity for the race of the draconites and desired nothing so much as the restoration of Prince Crucho, an event which was, in his eyes, to be the forerunner of the restoration of his own fortune. He therefore readily entered into the Reverend Father Agaric's plans. He joined himself at once to the monk's projects and hastened to put him into communication with the most loyal royalists of his acquaintance, Count Kleina, Monsieur de Letromel, Viscount Olivier, and Monsieur Vigore. They met together one night in the Duke of Ampule's country house, six miles eastward of Alca, to consider ways and means. Monsieur de Letromel was in favor of legal action. We ought to keep within the law, said he in substance. We are for order. It is by an untiring propaganda that we shall best pursue the realization of our hopes. We must change the feeling of the country. Our cause will conquer because it is just. The Prince de Bosano expressed a contrary opinion. He thought that in order to triumph, just causes need force quite as much and even more than unjust causes require it. In the present situation, said he, tranquilly, three methods of action present themselves to hire the butcher boys, to corrupt the ministers, and to kidnap President Formos. It would be a mistake to kidnap Formos, objected Monsieur de Letromel. The President is on our side. The attitude and sentiments of the President of the Republic are explained by the fact that one Dracophile proposed to seize Formos while another Dracophile regarded him as a friend. Formos showed himself favorable to the royalists, whose habits he admired and imitated. If he smiled at the mention of the Dragon's Crest, it was at the thought of putting it on his own head. He was envious of sovereign power, not because he felt himself capable of exercising it, but because he loved to appear so. According to the expression of a penguin chronicler, he was a goose. Prince de Bosanos maintained his proposal to march against Formos' palace and the House of Parliament. Count Kleina was even still more energetic. Let us begin, said he, by slaughtering, disempowering and braining the Republicans and all partisans of the government. Afterwards we shall see what more need be done. Monsieur de Letromel was a moderate, and moderates are always moderately opposed to violence. He recognized that Count Kleina's policy was inspired by a noble feeling and that it was high-minded, but he timidly objected that perhaps it was conformable to principle and that it presented certain dangers. At last he consented to discuss it. I propose, added he, to draw up an appeal to the people. Let us show who we are. For my own part I can assure you that I shall not hide my flag in my pocket. Monsieur Bigore began to speak. Gentlemen, the penguins are dissatisfied with the new order because it exists and it is natural for men to complain of their condition, but at the same time the penguins are afraid to change their government because new things alarm them. They have not known the dragons crest and although they sometimes say that they regret it, we must not believe them. It is easy to see that they speak in this way, either without thought or because they are in ill temper. Let us not have any illusions about their feelings towards ourselves. They do not like us. They hate the aristocracy both from a base envy of equality, and these two united feelings are very strong in a people. Public opinion is not against us because it knows nothing about us, but when it knows what we want it will not follow us. If we let it be seen that we wish to destroy democratic government and restore the dragons crest, who will be our partisans? Only the butcher boys and the little shopkeepers of Alka and could we even count on them to the end? They are not satisfied, but at the bottom of their hearts they are republicans. They are more anxious to sell their cursed wares than to see Krucho again. If we act openly we shall only cause alarm. To make people sympathize with us and follow us we must make them believe that we want not to overthrow the republic but on the contrary to restore it, to cleanse, to adorn, to beautify and to ornament it, to render it in a word glorious and attractive. Therefore we ought not act openly ourselves. It is known that we are not favorable to the present order. We must have recourse to a friend of the republic and if we are to do what is best to a defender of this government we have plenty to choose from. It would be well to prefer the most popular, and if I dare say so the most republican of them, we shall win him over to us by flattery, by presence and above all by promises. Promises cost less than presents and are worth more. No one gives as much as he who gives hopes. It is not necessary for the man we choose to be a brilliant intellect. I would even prefer him to be of no great ability. This speech will show an inevitable grace in rogary. Be guided by me, gentlemen, and overthrow the republic by the agency of a republican. Let us be prudent, but prudence does not exclude energy. If you need me you will find me at your disposal. This speech made a great impression upon those who heard it. The mind of the pious agaric was particularly impressed, but each of them was anxious to appoint himself to a position of honor and profit. The sacred government was organized, of which all those present were elected active members. The Duke of Ampule, who was the great financier of the party, was chosen treasurer and charged with organizing funds for the propaganda. The meeting was on the point of coming to an end when a rough voice was heard singing an old air. It had for two hundred years been a well-known song in the slums of Alca. Prince Boussaino did not like to hear it. He went down into the street and, perceiving that the singer was a workman who was placing some slates on the roof of a church, he politely asked him to sing something else. I will sing what I like, answered the man. My friend, to please me, I don't want to please you. Prince Boussaino was as a rule good tempered, but he was easily angered and a man of great strength. Fellow, come down or I will go up to you," cried he in a terrible voice. As the workman, astride on his coping showed no sign of budging, the prince climbed quickly up the staircase of the tower and attacked the singer. Prince Boussaino was as a rule good tempered, but he was easily angered and a man of great strength. He went down the staircase of the tower and attacked the singer. He gave him a blow that broke his jawbone and sent him rolling into a water-spout. At that moment seven or eight carpenters who were working on the rafters heard their companions cry and look through the window. Seeing the prince on the coping they climbed along a ladder that was leaning on the slates and reached him just as he was slipping into the tower. They sent him head foremost down the one hundred and thirty-seven steps of the spiral staircase. CHAPTER IV. The penguins had the finest army in the world. So had the porpoises, and it was the same with the other nations of Europe. The smallest amount of thought will prevent any surprise at this, for all armies are the finest in the world. The second finest army, if one could exist, would be in a notoriously inferior position. It would be certain to be beaten. It ought to be disbanded at once. Therefore, all armies are the finest in the world. In France, the illustrious Colonel Marchand understood this when before the passage of the Yalu, being questioned by some journalists about the Russo-Japanese war, he did not hesitate to describe the Russian army as the finest in the world, and also the Japanese. And it should be noticed that even after suffering the most terrible reverses, an army does not fall from its position of being the finest in the world. For if nations ascribe their victories to the ability of their generals they always attribute their defeats to an inexplicable fatality. On the other hand, navies are classed according to the number of their ships. There is a first, a second, a third, and so on, so that there exists no doubt as to the result of naval wars. The penguins had the finest army and the second navy in the world. This navy was commanded by the famous Chatillon, who bore the title of Emeril Bar and by abbreviation Emeril. It is the same word which, unfortunately in a corrupt form, is used today among several European nations to designate the highest grade in the naval service. But as there was but one Emeril among the penguins, a singular prestige, if I dare say so, was attached to that rank. The Emeril did not belong to the nobility, a child of the people he was loved by the people. They were flattered to see a man who sprang from their own ranks holding a position of honor. Chatillon was good-looking and favored him. He was not over-addicted to thought, no event ever disturbed his serene outlook. The Reverend Father Agaric, surrendering to Monsieur Bigore's reasons and recognizing that the existing government could only be destroyed by one of its defenders, cast his eyes upon Emeril Chatillon. He asked a large sum of money from his friend, the Reverend Father Cornmuse, which the latter handed him with a sigh, and with this sum he hired six hundred butcher boys of Alca to run behind Chatillon's horse and shout, Hurrah for the Emeril! Henceforth Chatillon could not take a single step without being cheered. Bicountess Olive asked him for a private interview. He received her at the Admiralty, or better, Emerilty, in a room decorated with anchors, shells, and grenades. She was discreetly dressed in grayish blue. A hat trimmed with roses covered her pretty fair hair, behind her veil her eyes shone like sapphires. When it came of Jewish origin there was no more fashionable woman in the whole nobility. She was tall and well-shaped. Her form was that of the year, her figure that of the season. Emeril said she, in a delightful voice, I cannot conceal my emotion from you. It is very natural before a hero. You are too kind. But tell me, Bicountess, what brings me the honour of your visit? For a long time I have been anxious to see you, to speak to you, so I very willingly undertook to convey a message to you. Please, take a seat. How still it is here. Yes, it is quiet enough. You can hear the birds singing. Sit down then, dear lady. And he drew up an armchair for her. She took a seat with her back to the light. Emeril, I came to bring you a very important message. A message? Explain. Emeril, have you ever seen Prince Crucho? Never. She sighed. It is a great pity. He would be so delighted to see you. He esteems and appreciates you. He has your portrait on his desk beside his mother's. What a pity it is he is not better known. He is a charming prince and so grateful for what is done for him. He will be a great king. For he will be king without doubt. He will come back and sooner than people think. What I have to tell you, the message with which I am entrusted refers precisely to the the Emeril stood up. Not a word more, dear lady. I have the esteem, the confidence of the Republic. I will not betray it. And why should I betray it? I am loaded with honors and dignities. Allow me to tell you, my dear Emeril, that your honors and dignities are far from equalling what you deserve. If your services were properly rewarded, it would be Emerilissimo and Generalissimo. Commander-in-chief of the troops both on land and sea, the Republic is very ungrateful to you. All Governments are more or less ungrateful. Yes, but the Republicans are jealous of you. That class of person is always afraid of his superiors. They cannot endure the services. Everything that has to do with the Navy and the Army is odious to them. They are afraid of you. That is possible. They are wretches. They are ruining the country. Don't you wish to save Penguinia? In what way? By sweeping away all the rascals of the Republic. All the Republicans. What a proposal to make to me, dear lady. It is what will certainly be done if not by you than by someone else. The Generalissimo to mention him alone is ready to throw all ministers, deputies and senators to be and to recall Prince Crucho. Oh, the rascal, the scoundrel, exclaimed the Emerald. Due to him what he would do to you, the Prince will know how to recognize your services. He will give you the constable sword and a magnificent grant. I am commissioned in the meantime to hand you a pledge of his royal friendship. As she said these words she drew a green cockade from her bosom. What is that? asked the Emerald. It is his colors, which Crucho sends you. Be good enough to take them back so that they may be offered to the Generalissimo who will accept them. No, Emerald, let me place them on your glorious breast. Chatillon gently repelled the lady but for some minutes he thought her extremely pretty and he felt this impression still more when two bare arms and the rosy palms of two delicate hands touched him lightly. He yielded almost immediately. I believe was slow in fastening the ribbon. Then when it was done she made a low courtesy and saluted Chatillon with the title of constable. I have been ambitious like my comrades, answered the sailor. I don't hide it and perhaps I am so still but upon my word of honor when I look at you the only desire I feel is for a cottage and a heart. She turned upon him the charming sapphire glances that flashed from under her eyelids. That is to be had also. What are you doing, Emerald? I am looking for the heart. When she left the admiralty the Viscountess went immediately to the Reverend Father Agaric to give an account of her visit. You must go to him again, dear lady," said the rosteermonk. End of book 5, chapter 4 This is a LibriVox recording. O LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirois Michael.Sirois S-I-R-O-I-S .com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 5 Modern Times Chatillon Book 5, Chapter 5 The Prince de Beausenville Morning and evening, the newspapers that had been bought by the dracophiles and hurled shame and approbrium upon the ministers of the Republic. Chatillon's portrait was sold through the streets of Alka. Those young descendants of Remus who carry plaster figures on their heads offered busts of Chatillon for sale upon the bridges. Every evening Chatillon rode upon his white horse around the Queen's Meadow a place frequented by the people of fashion. The dracophiles posted along the emeralds' route a crowd of needy penguins who kept shouting It is Chatillon we want. It is Chatillon we want. It is Chatillon we want. The middle classes of Alka conceived a profound admiration for the emerald. Shop women murmured, he is good looking. Women of fashion slackened the pace of their motor cars and kissed hands to him as they passed amid the hurrahs of an enthusiastic populace. One day, as he went into a tobacco shop, two penguins who were putting letters in the box, recognized Chatillon and cried at the top of their voices hurrah for the emerald down with our republicans. All those who were passing stopped in front of the shop. Chatillon lighted his cigar before the eyes of a dense crowd of frenzied citizens who waved their hats and cheered. The crowd kept increasing and the whole town, singing and marching behind its hero, went back with him to the Admiralty. The emerald had an old comrade in arms under emerald Vulcan mold who had served with great distinction a man as true as gold and as loyal as his sword. Vulcan mold plumed himself on his thoroughgoing independence and he went along the partisans of Crucho and the minister of the republic telling both parties what he thought of them. Monsieur Biggore maliciously declared that he told each party what the other party thought of it. In truth he had on several occasions been guilty of regrettable indiscretions which were overlooked as being the freedoms of a soldier who knew nothing of intrigue. Every morning he went to see Chatillon whom he treated with the cordial roughness of a brother in arms. Well, old buffer, so you are popular, said he to him. Your fizz is sold on the heads of pipes and on the core bottles and every drunkard in Elka spits out your name as he rolls in the gutter. Chatillon, the hero of the penguins. Chatillon, defender of the penguin glory. Who would have said it? Who would have thought it? And he laughed with his harsh laugh then changing his tone but joking aside are you not a bit surprised at what is happening to you? No, indeed answered Chatillon and out went the honest Vulcan mold banging the door behind him. In the meantime Chatillon had taken a little flat at number 18 Yohannes Talpa Street so that he might receive Icaotus Aleve. They met there every day. He was desperately in love with her. During his martial and Neptunian life he had loved crowds of women red, black, yellow and white and some of them had been very beautiful but before he met the Icaotus he did not know what a woman really was when the Icaotus Aleve called him her darling her dear darling he felt in heaven and it seemed to him that the stars shone in her hair she would come a little late and as she put her bag on the table she would ask pensively, let me sit on your knee and then she would talk of subjects suggested by the pious agaric interrupting the conversation with sighs and kisses she would ask him to dismiss such and such an officer to send to another or send the squadron here or there and at the right moment she would exclaim how young you are my dear and he did whatever she wished for he was simple he was anxious to wear the constable's sword and to receive a large grant he did not dislike playing a double part he had a vague idea of saving penguenea and he was in love this delightful woman induced him to remove the troops that were at Lacerque the port where Crucho was to land with no obstacle to prevent the prince from entering penguenea the pious agaric organized public meetings so as to keep up the agitation the draca files held one or two every day in some of the 36 districts of Alca and preferably in the poor quarters they desired to win over the poor for they are the most numerous on the 4th of May a particularly fine meeting was held in an old cattle market situated in the center of a populous suburb filled with housewives sitting on the doorsteps waiting in the gutters there were present about 2,000 people in the opinion of the republicans and 6,000 according to the reckoning of the draca files in the audience was to be seen the flower of penguin society including prince and princess de bossaenal count clena, monsieur de la trommel monsieur bigore and several rich jewish ladies the generalisimo of the national army had come in uniform he was cheered the committee had been carefully formed but a man of sound principles monsieur rochine, the secretary of the yellow syndicate was asked to preside supported by count clena and monsieur michaud abutcher the government which penguinia had freely given itself was called by such names as cesspool and drain and several eloquent speeches but president foremost was spared and no mention was made of crucho or the priests the meeting was not unanimous a defender of the modern state a manual laborer stood up gentlemen, said monsieur rochine the chairman, we have told you that this meeting would not be unanimous we are not like our opponents we are honest men I allow our opponent to speak heaven knows what you are going to hear gentlemen I beg of you to restrain as long as you can the expression of your contempt your disgust and your indignation gentlemen said the opponent immediately he was knocked down trampled beneath the feet of the indignant crowd and his unrecognizable remains thrown out of the hall the tumult was still resounding when count clena ascended the tribune cheers took the place of groans and when silence was restored the orator uttered these words comrades we are going to see whether you have blood in your veins what we have got to do is to slaughter disembowel and drain all the republicans this speech let loose such a thunder of applause that the old shed rocked with it and a cloud of acrid and thick dust fell from its filthy walls and worm-eaten beams and enveloped the audience a resolution was carried vilifying the government and acclaiming chateaune and the audience departed singing the hymn of the liberator it is chateaune moment the only way out of the old market was through a muddy alley shut in by omnibus stables and coal sheds there was no moon and a cold drizzle was coming down the police who were assembled in great numbers blocked the alley and compelled the dracophiles to disperse in little groups these were the instructions they had received from their chief who was anxious to check the enthusiasm of the excited crowd the dracophiles who were detained in the alley kept marking time and singing it is chateaune moment soon becoming impatient of the delay the cause of which they did not know they began to push those in front of them this movement propagated along the alley through those in front against the broad chests of the police the latter had no hatred for the dracophiles in the bottom of their hearts they liked chateaune but it is natural to resist aggression and strong men are inclined to make use of their strength for these reasons the police kicked the dracophiles with their hobnailed boots as a result there were sudden rushes backwards and forwards threats and cries mingled with the songs murder, murder it is chateaune moment murder it is chateaune moment murder and in the gloomy alley the more prudent kept saying don't push don't push among these latter in the darkness his lofty figure rising above the moving crowd his broad shoulders and robust body noticeable among the trampled limbs and crushed sides of the rest stood the prince deboceno calm, immovable and placid serenely and indulgently he waited in the meantime as the exit was opened at regular intervals between the ranks of the police the pressure of elbows against the chests of those around the prince diminished and people began to breathe again you see we shall soon be able to go out said that kindly giant with a pleasant smile time and patience he took a cigar from his case raised it to his lips and struck a match suddenly in the light of the match he saw princess Anne his wife clasped and count plain as arms at this site he rushed towards them striking both them and those around with his cane he was disarmed though not without difficulty but he could not be separated from his opponent and whilst the fainting princess was lifted from arm to arm to her carriage over the excited and curious crowd the two men still fought furiously prince deboceno lost his hat, his eyeglass, his cigar his necktie and his portfolio full of private letters and political correspondence he even lost the miraculous medals that he had received from the good father cornmuse but he gave his opponent so terrible a kick in the stomach the unfortunate count was knocked through an iron grating and went head foremost through a glass door and into a coal shed attracted by the struggle and the cries of those around the police rushed towards the prince who furiously resisted them he stretched three of them gasping at his feet and put seven others to flight with respectively a broken jaw, a split lip, a nose pouring blood, a fractured skull a torn ear, a dislocated collarbone and broken ribs he fell however and was dragged bleeding and disfigured with his clothes and rags to the nearest police station where jumping about and bellowing he spent the night at daybreak groups of demonstrators went about the town singing it is Shateon we want and breaking the windows of the houses in which the ministers of the republic lived end of book 5 chapter 5 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Serois Michael.serois s-i-r-o-i-s dot com Penguin Island by Anatole France book 5 modern times Shateon book 5 chapter 6 The Emeralds Fall that night marked the culmination of the dracophile movement the royalists had no longer any doubt of its triumph their chiefs sent congratulations to Prince Crucho by wireless telegraphy their ladies embroidered scarves and slippers for him Monsieur de Plume had found the green horse the pious agraric shared the common hope but he still worked to win the partisans for the pretender they ought he said to lay their foundations upon the bedrock with this design he had an interview with three trade union workmen in these times the artisans no longer lived as in the days of the draconites under the government of corporations they were free but they had no assured pay after having remained isolated from each other for a long time without help and without support they had formed themselves into unions the coffers of the unions were empty as it was not the habit of the unionists to pay their subscriptions there were unions numbering 30,000 members others with 1,500 200 and so forth several numbered two or three members only or even a few less but as the lists of adherents were not published it was not easy to distinguish the great unions from the small ones after some dark and indirect steps the pious agraric was put into communication in a room in the Moulin de Galette with comrades Dagobert Franck and Balafille the secretaries of three unions of which the first numbered 14 members the second 24 and the third only one agraric showed extreme cleverness at this interview gentlemen said he you and I have not in most respects the same political and social views but there are points in which we may come to an understanding we have a common enemy the government exploits you and despises us help us to overthrow it we will supply you with the means so far as we are able and you can in addition count on our gratitude work out the tin said Dagobert the reverend father placed on the table a bag which the distiller of Connells had given him with tears in his eyes Franck said to three companions thus was the solemn compact sealed as soon as the monk had departed carrying with him the joy of having one over the masses to his cause Dagobert, Tronck and Balafille whistled to their wives Emilia, Queenie and Matilda who were waiting in the street for the signal and all six holding each other's hands danced around the bag singing j'ai du bon bon mignon ton l'horre pas shatillon beaucoup la calotte the dracophile agitation made no progress in the provinces the pious agaric sought to find the cause of this but was unable to discover it until old cornmues revealed it to him in the evening all six went through the street from stall to stall singing their new song a song became popular but the detectives reported that every day showed an increase of the number of work people who sang through the slums j'ai du bon bon mignon ton l'horre pas shatillon beaucoup la calotte until old cornmues revealed it to him I have proofs sighed the monk of Connell's that the Duke of Ampshule, the treasurer of the dracophiles has bought property in Port Boisia with the funds that he received for the propaganda the party wanted money Prince de Boceno had lost his portfolio in a brawl and he was reduced to painful expedience which were repugnant to his impetuous character the Viscountess Olivier was expensive he was advised that the monthly allowance of that lady should be diminished she is very useful to us objected the pious agraric undoubtedly answered cornmues but she does us an injury by ruining us a schism divided the dracophiles misunderstandings reigned in their councils some wished that in accordance with the policy of Monsieur Bigore and the pious agraric they should carry on the design of reforming the public others, wearied by their long constraint resolved to proclaim the dragon's crest and swore to conquer beneath that sign the latter encouraged the advantage of a clear situation and the impossibility of making a pretense much longer and in truth, the public began to see whether the agitation was tending and that the emeralds partisans wanted to destroy the very foundations of the republic a report was spread that the prince was to land at La Cirque and make his entry into Alca on a green horse these rumours excited the fanatical monks delighted the poor nobles satisfied the rich Jewish ladies and put hope in the hearts of the small traders but very few of them were inclined to purchase these benefits at the price of a social catastrophe and the overthrow of the public credit and there were fewer still who would have risked their money their peace, their liberty or a single hour from their pleasures in the business on the other hand the workmen held themselves ready as ever to give a day's work to the republic and a strong resistance was being formed in the suburbs the people are with us the pious agorac used to say however, men, women and children when leaving their factories used to shout with one voice Abba Chatillon as for the government it showed the weakness, indecision flabbiness and heedlessness common to all governments and from which none has ever departed without falling into arbitrariness and violence in three words it knew nothing, wanted nothing and would do nothing but in his presidential palace remained blind, dumb, deaf, huge, invisible wrapped up in his pride as in an Eiderdown Count Aleve advised the dracophiles to make a last appeal for funds and to attempt a great stroke while Alco was still in affirmant an executive committee, which he himself had chosen decided to kidnap the members of the chamber of deputies and considered ways and means the affair was fixed for the 28th of July on that day the sun rose slowly over the city in front of a legislative palace women passed to market with their baskets hawkers cried their peaches, pears and grapes cab horses with their noses in their bags munched their hay nobody expected anything not because the secret had been kept but because it met with nothing but unbelievers nobody believed in a revolution and from this fact we may conclude that nobody desired one about two o'clock the deputies began to pass few and unnoticed at the door of the palace at three o'clock a few groups of badly dressed men had formed at half past three black masses coming from the adjacent streets spread over revolution square this vast expanse was soon covered by an ocean of soft hats and the crowd of demonstrators continually increased by sightseers having crossed the bridge struck its dark wave against the walls of the legislative enclosure cries, murmurs and songs went up to the impassive sky be thee shatty on one hand with the deputies be thee shatty on one hand with the republicans be thee shatty on one hand with the republicans be thee shatty on one hand with the republicans death of the republicans the devoted band of dracophiles led by prince de borseno struck up the august canticle we were crucial violent assaults in the courage the reversal behind the wall silence alone replied the silence and the absence of guards encouraged and at the same time frightened the crowd suddenly a formidable voice cried out attack! and prince de borseno was seen raising his gigantic form to the top of a wall which was covered with barbs and iron spikes behind him rushed his companions and the people followed some hammered against the wall to make holes in it others endeavored to tear down the spikes and pull out the barbs these defenses had given way in places where the invaders had stripped the wall and were sitting astride on the top prince de borseno was waving an immense green flag suddenly the crowd wavered and from it came a long cry of terror the police and the republican carabiners issuing out of all of the entrances of the palace formed themselves into a column beneath the wall and in a moment it was cleared of its procedures after a long moment of suspense the noise of arms was heard and the police charged the crowd with fixed bayonets an instant afterwards and on the deserted square strewn with hats and walking sticks there reigned a sinister silence twice again the dracophiles attempted to form twice they were repulsed the rising was conquered but prince de borseno standing on the wall of the hostile palace his flag in his hand still repelled the attack of a whole brigade he knocked down all who approached him at last he too was thrown down and fell on an iron spike to which he remained hooked to the draconides on the following day the ministers of the republic and the members of parliament determined to take energetic measures in vain this time did president formos attempt to evade his responsibilities the government discussed the question of depriving satiana of his rank and dignities and of indicting him before the high court as a conspirator an enemy of the public good a traitor etc at this news the emeralds old companions in arms who the very evening before their adulations made no effort to conceal their joy but shateon remained popular with the middle classes of alka and one still heard the hymn of the liberators sounding in the streets it is shateon we want the ministers were embarrassed they intended to indict shateon before the high court but they knew nothing they remained in that total ignorance reserved for those who govern men they were incapable of advancing any grave charges against shateon they could supply the prosecution with nothing but the ridiculous lies of their spies shateon share in the plot his relations with prince crucho remained the secret of the thirty thousand dracoviles the ministers and the deputies had suspicions and even certainties but they had no proofs the public prosecutor said to the minister of justice very little is needed for a political prosecution but i have nothing at all and that is not enough the affair made no progress the enemies of the republic were triumphant on the eighteenth of september the news ran in elka that shateon had taken flight everywhere there was surprise and astonishment people doubted for they could not understand this is what had happened one day as the brave under emerald vulcan mold happened as if by chance to go into the office of monsieur babotan the minister of foreign affairs he remarked with his usual frankness monsieur babotan your colleagues do not seem to me to be up to much it is evident that they have never commanded a ship that full shateon gives them a doosed bad fit of the shivers the minister in sign of denial waved his paper knife in the air above his desk don't deny it answered vulcan mold you don't know how to get rid of shateon you do not dare to indict him before the high court because you're not sure of being able to bring forward a strong enough charge bigore will defend him and bigore is a clever advocate you are right monsieur babotan you are right it would be a dangerous trial oh my good friend said the minister in a careless tone if you knew how satisfied we are I received the most reassuring news from my prefects a good sense of the penguins will do justice to the intrigues of this mutinous soldier can you suppose for a moment that a great people an intelligent and laborious people devoted to liberal institutions which vulcan mold interrupted with a great sigh ah if I had time to do it I would relieve you of your difficulty I would juggle away my shateon like a nutmeg out of a thimble I would fillip him off to porpoisea the minister paid close attention it would not take long continued the sailor I would rid you in a trice of the creature but just now I have other fish to fry I'm in a bad hole I must find a pretty big sum but do take it on or before everything the minister and under emerald looked at each other for a moment in silence then barbottan said with authority under emerald vulcan mold get rid of this seditious soldier you will render a great service to penguinia and the minister of home affairs will see that your gambling debts are paid the same evening vulcan mold called on shateon and looked at him for some time with an expression of grief and mystery why do you look like that asked the emerald in an uneasy tone vulcan mold said to him sadly old brother in arms all is discovered for the past half hour the government knows everything at these words shateon sank down overwhelmed vulcan mold continued you may be arrested at any moment I advise you to make off and drawing out his watch not a minute to lose have I time to call on the vicountess oliv? it would be mad said vulcan mold handing him a passport and a pair of blue spectacles and telling him to have courage vulcan mold said shateon goodbye ol' jam goodbye and thanks you have saved my life that is the least I could do a quarter of an hour later the brave emerald had left the city of alka he embarked that night on an old cutter at lasirque and set sail for porpoisea but eight miles from the coast he was captured by a dispatch boat which was sailing without lights which was under the flag of the queen of the black islands that queen had for a long time a little passion for shateon end of book 5 chapter 6 this is a libravox recording all libravox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libravox.org this reading is by michael serois michael.serois s-i-r-o-i-s dot com penguin island by anatole franc book 5 modern times book 5 chapter 7 conclusion delivered from its fears and pleased at having escaped from so great a danger the government resolved to celebrate the anniversary of the penguin regeneration and the establishment of the republic by holding a general holiday president foremost the ministers and the members of the chamber and of the senate were present at the ceremony the general isimo of the penguin army was present in uniform he was cheered preceded by the black flag of misery and the red flag of revolt deputations of workmen walked in the procession their aspect one of grim protection president ministers, deputies, officials heads of the magistracy and of the army each in their own names and in the name of the sovereign people renewed the ancient oath to live in freedom or to die it was an alternative upon which they were resolutely determined but they preferred to live in freedom there were games, speeches and songs after the departure of the representatives of the state the crowd of citizens separated slowly and peacefully shouting out hurrah for the republic, hurrah for liberty down with the shaven pates the newspapers mentioned only one regrettable incident that happened on that wonderful day prince de bossaeno was quietly smoking a cigar in the queen's meadow when the state procession passed by the prince approached the minister's carriage and said in a loud voice death to the republicans he was immediately apprehended by the police to whom he offered a most desperate resistance he knocked them down in crowds but he was conquered by numbers and bruised, scratched, swollen and unrecognizable even to the eyes of his wife he was dragged through the joyous streets into an obscure prison the magistrates carried on the case against shateon in a peculiar style letters were found at the admiralty which revealed the complicity of the reverend father agaric in the plot immediately public opinion was inflamed against the monks and parliament voted one after the other a dozen laws which restrained, diminished limited, prescribed, suppressed determined and curtailed their rights immunities, exemptions, privileges and benefits and created many in validating disqualifications against them the reverend father agaric steadfastly endured the rigor of the laws which struck him personally as well as the terrible fall of the emerald of which he was the chief cause far from yielding to evil fortune he regarded it as but a bird of passage he was planning new political designs more audacious than the first when his projects were sufficiently ripe he went one day to the wood of conals a thrush sang in a tree and a little hedgehog crossed the stony path in front of him with awkward steps agaric walked with great strides muttering fragments of sentences to himself when he reached the door of the laboratory in which for so many years the pious manufacturer had distilled the golden liqueur of St. Orbarosia he found the place deserted and the door shut having walked around the building he saw in the backyard the venerable corn muse who with his habit pinned up was climbing a ladder that leaned against the wall is that you my dear friend said he to him what are you doing there you can see for yourself answered the monk of conals in a feeble voice turning a sorrowful look upon agaric I am going into my house the red pupils of his eyes no longer imitated the triumph and brilliance of the ruby they flashed mournful and troubled glances his countenance had lost its happy fullness his shining head was no longer pleasant to the sight perspiration and inflamed blotches had altered its inestimable perfection I don't understand said agaric it is easy enough to understand you see the consequences of your plot although a multitude of laws are direct against me I have managed to elude the greater number of them some however have struck me these vindictive men have closed my laboratories and my shops and confiscated my bottles my stills and my retorts they have put seals on my doors and now I am compelled to go in through the window I am barely able to extract in secret and from time to time the juice of a few plants and that with an apparatus which the umblest laborer would despise you suffer from the persecution said agaric it strikes us all the monk of conals passed his hand over his afflicted brow I told you so brother agaric I told you that your enterprise would turn against ourselves our defeat is only momentary replied agaric eagerly it is due to purely accidental causes it results from mere contingencies shatiyan was a fool he has drowned himself in his own ineptitude listen to me brother cornmuse we have not a moment to lose we must free the penguin people we must deliver them from their tyrants save them from themselves restore the dragon's crest reestablish the ancient state the good state for the honor of religion and the exaltation of the catholic faith shatiyan was a bad instrument he broke in our hands let us take a better instrument to replace him I have the man who will destroy this impious democracy he is a civil official his name is Gomorru the penguins worship him he has already betrayed his party for a plate of rice there is the man we want at the beginning of this speech the monk of conals had climbed into his window and pulled up the ladder I foresee answered he with his nose through the sash that you will not stop until you have us all expelled from this pleasant, agreeable and sweet land of penguinia good night, god keep you agaric standing before the wall entreated his dearest brother to listen to him for a moment and your own interest better, corn muse penguinia is ours what do we need to conquer it? just one effort more one more little sacrifice of money but without listening further the monk of conals drew in his head and closed his window end of chapter 7 and the end of book 5 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Cervois Michael.Cervois S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 6 Modern Times The Affair of the Eighty Thousand Trusts of Hay The book begins with a quote O Father Zeus Only save thou the sons of the Achaeans from the darkness and make clear sky and vouch safe sight to our eyes and then so it be but light and slay us since such is thy good pleasure the Iliad 17645 and the following Book 6 Chapter 1 General Greytalk Duke of Skull A short time after the flight of the Emerald a middle class Jew called Pyro desirous of associating with the aristocracy and wishing to serve his country entered the Penguin Army the minister of war who at that time was Greytalk, Duke of Skull he was the first to endure him he blamed him for his zeal his hooked nose his vanity his fondness for study his thick lips and his exemplary conduct every time the author of any misdeed was looked for Greytalk used to say it must be Pyro One morning General Panther the chief of staff informed Greytalk of a serious matter 80,000 trusts of Hay intended for the cavalry Greytalk exclaimed at once it must be Pyro who has stolen them he remained in thought for some time and said the more I think of it the more I am convinced that Pyro has stolen those 80,000 trusts of Hay and I know it by this he stole them in order that he might sell them to our better enemies the porpoises what an infamous piece of treachery there is no doubt about it answered Panther it only remains to prove it the same day as he passed by a cavalry barracks Prince de Bosseno heard the troopers as they were sweeping out the yard singing Bosseno e progrosio it seemed to him contrary to all discipline that soldiers should sing this domestic and revolutionary refrain which on days of riot had been uttered by the lips of jeering workmen on this occasion he deplored the moral degeneration of the army and thought with a bitter smile that his old comrade Greytalk the head of this degenerate army basically exposed him to the malice of an unpatriotic government and he promised himself that he would make an improvement before long that scoundrel Greytalk said he to himself will not long remain a minister Prince de Bosseno was the most irreconcilable of the opponents of modern democracy free thought and the government which the penguins had voluntarily given themselves he had a vigorous and undisguised hatred for the Jews and he worked in public and in private night and day for the restoration of the line of the draconides his ardent royalism was still further excited by the thought of his private affairs which were in a bad way and were hourly growing worse he had no hope of seeing an end to his pecuniary embarrassments until the heir of Draco the Great entered the city of Alca when he returned to his house the prince took out of his safe a bundle of old letters consisting of a private correspondence of the most secret nature which he had obtained from a treacherous secretary they proved that his old comrade Greytalk the Duke of Skull had been guilty of jovery regarding the military stores and had received a present of no great value from a manufacturer called Mallory the very smallness of this present deprived the minister who had accepted it of all excuse the prince reread the letters with a bitter satisfaction put them carefully back into his safe the minister of war he was a man of resolute character on being told that the minister could see no one he knocked down the ushers swept aside the orderlies trampled underfoot the civil and military clerks burst through the doors and entered the room of the astonished Greytalk I will not say much said he to him but I will speak to the point you are a confounded cad I have asked you to put a flea in the ear of General Mosheen the tool of those republicans I have asked you to give a command to General de Clappier who works for the draka fields and who has obliged me personally and you would not do it I have asked you to dismiss General Tandem the commander of Port Alca who robbed me of fifty Lui at cards and who had me handcuffed when I was brought before the high court as emerald chatillon's accomplice you would not do it I asked you for the hay and brand stores you would not give them I asked you to send me on a secret mission to Forpozia you refused with these repeated refusals you have designated me to your government colleagues as a dangerous person who ought to be watched and it is owing to you that I have been shattered by the police you old traitor I ask nothing more from you and I have but one word to say to you clear out you have bothered us too long besides we will force the vile republic to replace you by one of your own party you know that I am a man of my word if in twenty four hours you have not handed in your resignation I will publish the Mallory dossier in the newspapers but Greyhawk calmly and serenely replied be quiet you fool I am just having a Jew transported I am handing over pyro to justice as guilty of having stolen 80,000 trusses of hay Prince Boussaino whose anger vanished like a dream smiled is that true you will see my congratulations Greyhawk but as one always needs to take precautions and kindly publish the good news people will read this evening about pyro's arrest in every newspaper in Alka and he went away muttering that pyro I suspected he would come to a bad end a moment later general panther appeared before Greyhawk ser said he I have just examined the business of the 80,000 trusses of hay there is no evidence against pyro let it be found answered Greyhawk justice requires it have pyro arrested at once end of book 6 chapter 1 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Serois Michael.serois S-I-R-O-I-S dot com Penguin Island by Anatole France book 6 modern times book 6 Pyro all penguinia heard with horror of pyro's crime at the same time there was a sort of satisfaction that this embezzlement combined with treachery and even bordering on sacrilege had been committed by a Jew in order to understand this feeling it is necessary to be acquainted with the state of public opinion regarding the Jews both great and small as we have had occasion to say in this history the universally detested and all powerful financial caste was composed of Christians of Jews the Jews who formed part of it and on whom the people poured all their hatred were the upper class Jews they possessed immense riches and it was said held more than a fifth part of the total property of penguinia outside this formidable caste there was a multitude of Jews of a mediocre condition who were not more loved than the others and who were feared much less in every ordered state wealth is a sacred thing in democracies it is the only sacred thing the penguin state was democratic three or four financial companies exercised a more extensive and above all more effective and continuous power than that of the ministers of the republic the latter were puppets whom the companies ruled in secret whom they compelled by intimidation or corruption to favor themselves at the expense of the state and whom they ruined by calamities in the press if they remained honest in spite of the secrecy of the exchequer enough appeared to make the country indignant and the middle class penguins had from the greatest to the least of them been brought up to hold money in great reverence and as they all had property either much or little they were strongly impressed with the solidarity of capital and understood that a small fortune is not safe unless a big one is protected for these reasons they conceived a religious respect for the Jews millions and self-interest being stronger with them than a version they were as much afraid as they were of death to touch a single hair tested towards the poorer Jews they felt less ceremonious than when they saw any of them down they trampled on them that is why the entire nation learned with thorough satisfaction that the trader was a Jew they could take vengeance on all Israel in his person without any fear of compromising the public credit that pyro had stolen the 80,000 trusses of hay nobody hesitated for a moment to believe no one doubted because the general ignorance in which everybody was believing the affair did not allow a doubt for doubt is a thing that demands motives people do not doubt without reasons in the same way that people believe without reasons the thing was not doubted because it was repeated everywhere and with the public to repeat is to prove it was not doubted because people wished to believe pyro guilty and one believes what one wishes to believe finally it was not doubted because the faculty of doubt is rare amongst men very few minds carry in them their terms and these are not developed without cultivation doubt is singular, exquisite philosophic, immoral, transcendent monstrous full of malignity, injurious to persons into property contrary to the good order of governments and to the prosperity of empires fatal to humanity destructive of the gods held in horror by heaven and earth the mass of the penguins were ignorant of doubt pyro's guilt and this conviction immediately became one of its chief national beliefs and an essential truth in its patriotic creed pyro was tried secretly and condemned general panther immediately went to the minister of war to tell him the result luckily, said he, the judges were certain for they had no proofs proofs, muttered grey talk proofs, what do they prove there's only one certain irrefragable proof the confession of the guilty person has pyro confessed? no general he will confess he ought to panther we must induce him tell him it is to his interest promise him that if he confesses he will obtain favors, a reduction of his sentence full pardon promise him that if he confesses his innocence will be admitted that he will be decorated appeal to his good feelings let him confess from patriotism respect for the hierarchy at the special command of the minister of war militarily but tell me panther has he not confessed already there are tacit confessions silence is a confession but general, he is not silent he keeps on squealing like a pig that he is innocent panther, the confessions of a guilty man sometimes result from the vehemence of his denials to deny desperately is to confess pyro has confessed promises of his confessions justice requires them there was in western penguinia a seaport called la circ formed of three small bays informally greatly frequented by ships but now solitary and deserted gloomy lagoons stretched along its low coasts exhaling a pestulent odor while fever hovered over its sleepy waters here on the borders of the sea there was built a high square tower like the old campanile at venice from the side of which, close to the summit hung an open cage which was fastened by a chain to a transverse bean in the times of the draconites the inquisitors of alka used to put heretical clergy into this cage it had been empty for 300 years but now pyro was imprisoned in it under the guard of 60 warders who lived in the tower and did not lose sight of him night or day spying on him for confessions that they might afterwards report to the minister of war for great hawk careful and prudent, desired confessions and still further confessions great hawk, who was looked upon as a fool was in reality a man of great ability and full of rare foresight in the meantime, pyro burned by the sun eaten by mosquitoes soaked in the rain, hail and snow frozen by the cold tossed about terribly by the wind beset by the sinister croaking of the ravens that perched upon his cage kept writing down his innocence on pieces torn off his shirt with a toothpick dipped in blood these rags were lost in the sea or fell into the hands of the jailers but pyro's protests moved nobody because his confessions had been published end of book 6, chapter 2 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa s-i-r-o-i-s.com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 6, Modern Times Book 6, Chapter 3 Counter-Maubeck to Ludento-Links The morals of the Jews were not always pure in most cases they were reversed from none of the vices of Christian civilization but they retained from the patriarchal age recognition of family ties and an attachment to the interests of the tribe pyro's brothers, half-brothers uncles, great uncles first, second, and third cousins nephews and great nephews relations by blood and relations by marriage and old who were related to him to the number of about seven hundred were at first overwhelmed by the blow that had struck their relative and they shut themselves up in their houses covering themselves with ashes and blessing the hand that had chastised them for forty days they kept a strict fast then they bade themselves and resolved to search without rest at the cost of any toil and at the risk of every danger for the demonstration of an innocence which they did not doubt and how could they have doubted pyro's innocence had been revealed to them in the same way that his guilt had been revealed to Christian penguinia for these things being hidden assume a mystic character and take on the authority of religious truths the seven hundred pyratists set to work with as much zeal as prudence thorough inquiries and secret they were everywhere, they were seen nowhere one would have said that like the pilot of Ulysses they wandered freely over the earth they penetrated into the war office and approached under different disguises the judges, the registrars and the witnesses of the affair then great hoc's cleverness was seen the witnesses knew nothing the judges and registrars knew nothing emissaries reached even pyro and anxiously questioned him in his cage amid the prolonged moanings of the sea and the horse croaks of the ravens it was in vain the prisoner knew nothing the seven hundred pyratists could not subvert the proofs of the accusation because they could not know what they were and they could not know what they were because there were none pyro's guilt was indefeasible through its very nullity and it was with a legitimate pride that great hoc expressing himself as a true artist said one day to general panther in his case is a masterpiece it is made out of nothing the seven hundred pyratists disbared of ever clearing up this dark business when suddenly they discovered from a stolen letter that the eighty thousand trusses of hay had never existed that a most distinguished nobleman had sold them to the state that he had received the price but had never delivered them indeed seeing that he was descended from the richest landed proprietors of the mobecs of denterlinks once the possessors of four duchies sixty counties and six hundred and twelve marquisates veronies and vicounties he did not possess as much land as he could cover with his hand and would not have been able to cut a single day's mowing of forage off his own domains as to his getting a single rush from a landowner or a merchant that would have been quite impossible for everybody except the ministers of state and the government officials knew that it would be easier to get blood from a stone than from a mobec the seven hundred pirateists made a minute inquiry concerning the count mobec to denterlinks's financial resources and they proved that the nobleman was chiefly supported by a house in which some generous ladies were ready to furnish all comers with the most lavish hospitality they publicly proclaimed that he was guilty of the theft of the eighty thousand trusses of straw for which an innocent man had been condemned and was now imprisoned in the cage belonging to an illustrious family which was allied to the draconides there is nothing that a democracy esteems more highly than noble birth mobec had also served in the penguin army and since the penguins were all soldiers they loved their army to idolatry mobec on the field of battle had received the cross which is a sign of honor among the penguins in which they valued even more highly than the embraces of their wives all penguinia declared for mobec and the voice of the people then to assume a threatening tone demanded severe punishments for the seven hundred culminating pirateists mobec was a nobleman he challenged the seven hundred pirateists to combat with either sword, saber, pistols carabines or sticks by old dogs he wrote to them in a famous letter you have crucified my god and you want my life too I warn you that I will not be such a doffer as he was for fourteen hundred years except my boot on your seven hundred behinds the chief of the government at the time was a peasant called Robin Milleuil a man pleasant to the rich and powerful but hard towards the poor a man of small courage and ignorant of his own interests in a public declaration he guaranteed mobec's innocence and honor and presented the seven hundred pirateists to the criminal courts where they were condemned as libelers to imprisonment, to enormous fines and to all the damages that were claimed by their innocent victim it seemed as if pyro was destined to remain forever shut in the cage on which the ravens perched but all the penguins being anxious to know and prove that this Jew was guilty all the proofs brought forward were found not to be good, while some of them were also contradictory the officers of the staff showed zeal but lacked prudence whilst Greytalk kept an admirable silence and made inexhaustible speeches and every morning demonstrated to the newspapers that the condemned man was guilty he would have done better perhaps if he had said nothing the guilt was evident and what is evident cannot be demonstrated so much reasoning disturbed people's minds their faith, though still alive became less serene the more proofs one gives a crowd the more they ask for nevertheless, the danger of proving too much would not have been great in the world of Penguania as there are indeed everywhere minds framed for free inquiry capable of studying a difficult question and inclined to philosophic doubt they were few they were not all inclined to speak and the public was by no means inclined to listen to them still they did not always meet with deaf ears the great Jews all the Israelite millionaires of Alka when spoken to of pyro said we do not know the man they preserved the prudence to which their wealth inclined them and wished that others would be less timid their wish was to be gratified end of book 6, chapter 3 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S .com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 6 Modern Times Book 6, Chapter 4 Columban Some weeks after the conviction of the 700 Piratists, a little gruff, hairy, short-sighted man left his house one morning with a paste-pot, a ladder and a bundle of posters and went about the streets pasting placards to the walls on which might be read in large letters Pyro is innocent and guilty he was not a bill-poster his name was Columban and as the author of 60 volumes on Penguin Sociology he was numbered among the most laborious and respected writers in Alka having given sufficient thought to the matter and no longer doubting Pyro's innocence he proclaimed it in the manner which he thought would be the most sensational he met with no hindrance while posting his bills in the quiet streets but when he came to the populous quarters every time he mounted his ladder and dumbfounded with surprise and indignation threw at him threatening looks which he received with the column that comes from courage and short-sightedness whilst caretakers and tradespeople tore down the bills he had posted he kept on zealously placarding carrying his tools and followed by little boys who with their baskets under their arms or their satchels on their backs were in no hurry to reach school to the mute indignation against him protests and murmurs were now added but Columban did not condescend to see or hear anything as, at the entrance to the Rue Saint Orbarosia he was posting one of his squares of paper bearing the words, Pyro is innocent Malbec is guilty the riotous crowd showed signs of the most violent anger they called after him traitor, thief, rascal, scoundrel a woman opened a window and emptied a vase full of filth over his head a cabbie sent his hat flying from one end of the street to the other by a blow of his whip the crowd who now felt themselves avenged a butcher's boy knocked Columban with his paste pot, his brush and his posters from the top of his ladder into the gutter and the proud penguins then felt the greatness of their country Columban stood up covered with filth blame and with his elbow injured to tranquil and resolute low brutes he muttered shrugging his shoulders then he went down on all fours in the gutter to look for his glasses which he had lost in the fall it was then seen that his coat was split from the collar to the tails and that his trousers were in rags the rancor of the crowd grew stronger on the other side of the street stretched the big saint orvorossian stores the patriots seized whatever they could lay their hands on from the shop front and hurled at Columban oranges, lemons, pots of jam pieces of chocolate bottles of liqueurs boxes of sardines, pots of fagra hams, vows, flasks of oil and bags of haricots covered with the debris of the food bruised, tattered, lame and blind he took to flight, followed by the shop boys bakers, loafers citizens and hooligans whose number increased each moment and who kept shouting, dark him, death to the traitor dark him this torrent of vulgar humanity swept along the streets and rushed into the rue Saint-Mahill the police did their duty from all the adjacent streets constables proceeded and holding their scabbards with their left hands at full speed in front of their pursuers they were on the point of grabbing Columban in their huge hands when he suddenly escaped them by falling through an open manhole to the bottom of a sewer he spent the night there in the darkness sitting close by the dirty water amidst the fat and slimy rats he thought of his task and his swelling heart filled with courage and pity and when the dawn threw a pale ray of light into the air hole he got up and said speaking to himself I see that the fight will be a stiff one forthwith he composed a memorandum in which he clearly showed that Pyro could not have stolen from the Ministry of War the 80,000 trusses of hay which it had never received for the reason that Mabek had never delivered them though he had received the money Columban caused this statement to be distributed in the streets of Alca the people refused to read it and tore it up in anger the shopkeepers shook their fists at the distributors who made off, chased by angry women armed with brooms feelings grew warm and the ferment lasted the whole day and the evening bands of wild and ragged men went about the streets yelling Death to Columban the Patriots snatched whole bundles of the memorandum from the news boys and burned them in the public squares dancing wildly around these bonfires with girls whose petticoats were tied up to their wastes some of the more enthousiasting among them went and broke the windows of the house in which Columban had lived in perfect tranquility during his 40 years of work Parliament was roused and asked the chief of the government what measures he proposed to take in order to repel the odious attacks made by Columban upon the honour of the national arm and the safety of Penguinia Robin Milleur denounced Columban's impious audacity and proclaimed amid the cheers of the legislators that the man would be summoned before the courts to answer for his infamous libel the minister of war was called to the Tribune and appeared in it transfigured he had no longer the air as in former days of one of the sacred geese of the Penguin citadels now bristling with outstretched neck and hooked beak he seemed the symbolic vulture fastened to the livers of the country's enemies in the august silence of the assembly he pronounced these words only I swear that Pyro is a rascal this speech of Great Hawk was reported all over Penguinia and satisfied the public conscience End of Book 6, Chapter 4 This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 6, Modern Times Book 6, Chapter 5 The Reverend Fathers Agaric and Cornmuse Columban bore with meekness and surprise the weight of the general reprobation he could not go out without being stoned so he did not go out he remained in his study with a superb obstinacy writing new memoranda in favor of the encaged innocent in the meantime among the few readers that he found some, about a dozen were struck by his reasons and began to doubt Pyro's guilt they broached the subject to their friends and endeavored to spread the light that had arisen in their minds one of them was a friend of Robin Milieu and confided to him his perplexities with the result that he was no longer received by that minister another demanded explanations and an open letter to the minister of war a third published a terrible pamphlet the latter, whose name was Kurdanic was a formidable controversialist the public was unmoved it was said that these defenders of the traitor had been bribed by the rich Jews they were stigmatized by the name of pirateists and the patriots they were ordered to exterminate them there were only a thousand or twelve hundred pirateists in the whole vast republic but it was believed that they were everywhere people were afraid of finding them in the promenades, at meetings, at receptions in fashionable drawing rooms at the dinner table even in the conjugal couch one half of the population was suspected by the other half the discord set all alcohol on fire in the meantime father Agaric who managed his big school for young nobles followed events with anxious attention the misfortunes of the penguin church had not disheartened him he remained faithful to Prince Crucho and preserved the hope of restoring the heir of the draconides to the penguin throne it appeared to him that the events that were happening or about to happen in the country the state of mind of which they were at once the effect and the cause and the troubles that necessarily resulted from them might if they were directed, guided and led by the profound wisdom of a monk overthrow the republic and incline the penguins to restore Prince Crucho from whose piety the faithful hoped for so much solace wearing his huge black hat the brims of which looked like the wings of night he walked through the wood of conals towards the factory where his venerable friend Father Cornmuse distilled the hygienic Saint Orborosian liqueur the good monk's industry so cruelly affected in the time of Emeril Chatillon was being restored from its ruins one heard goods trains rumbling through the wood and one saw in the sheds hundreds of orphans clothed in blue packing bottles and nailing up cases agric found the venerable Cornmuse standing before his stoves and surrounded by his retorts the shining pupils of the old man's eyes had again become as rubies his skull shone with its former elaborate and careful polish agric first congratulated the pious distiller on the restored activity of his laboratories and workshops business is recovering I thank God for it answered the old man of Conals alas it had fallen into a bad state brother agric you saw the desolation of this establishment I need say no more agric turned away his head the Saint Orborosian liqueur continued Cornmuse is making fresh conquests but nonetheless my industry remains uncertain and precarious the laws of ruin and desolation that struck it they have only been suspended and the monk of Conals lifted his ruby eyes to heaven agric put his hand on his shoulder what a sight Cornmuse does unhappy penguini present to us everywhere disobedience, independence, liberty we see the proud the haughty, the men of revolt rising up after having braved the divine laws they now rear themselves against human laws so true is it that in order to be a good citizen a man must be a good Christian Columban is trying to imitate Satan numerous criminals are following his fatal example they want in their rage to put aside all checks to throw off all yolks to free themselves from the most sacred bonds to escape the most salutary restraints they strike their country to make it obey them but they will be overcome by the weight of public animadversion by tuperation, indignation, fury execration and abomination that is the abyss to which they have been led by atheism, free thought and the monstrous claim to judge for themselves and to form their own opinions doubtless, doubtless replied Father Cornmuse shaking his head but I confess that the care of distilling these symbols has prevented me from following public affairs I only know that people are talking a great deal about a man cold by role some maintain that he is guilty others affirm that he is innocent but I do not clearly understand the motives that drive both parties to mix themselves up in a business that concerns neither of them the pious agraric said eagerly you do not doubt pyro's guilt I cannot doubt it dear agraric answered the monk of carnals that would be contrary to the laws of my country which we ought to respect as long as they are not opposed to the divine laws pyro is guilty for he has been convicted as to seeing more for or against his guilt that would be to erect my own authority against that of the judges a thing which I will take good care not to do besides it is useless for pyro has been convicted if he has not been convicted because he is guilty he is guilty because he has been convicted it comes to the same thing I believe in his guilt as every good citizen ought to believe in it and I will believe in it as long as the established jurisdiction will order me to believe in it for it is not for a private person but for a judge to proclaim the innocence of a convicted person justice is venerable even in the errors inherent in its fallible and limited nature these errors are never irreparable if the judges do not repair them on earth God will repair them in heaven besides I have great confidence in general great hoc who though he certainly does not look it seems to me to be an abler man than all those who are attacking him dearest corn muse cried the pious agraric the pyro affair if pushed to the point whether we can lead it in the necessary funds will produce the greatest benefits it will lay bare the vices of this anti-christian republic and will incline the penguins to restore the throne of the draconides and the prerogatives of the church but to do that it is necessary for the people to see the clergy in the front rank of its defenders let us march against the enemies of the army against those who insult our heroes and everybody will follow us everybody will be too many murmured the monk of conals shaking his head I see that the penguins want to quarrel if we mix ourselves up in their quarrel they will become reconciled at our expense and we shall have to pay the cost of the war that is why if you are guided by me dear agraric you will not engage the church in this adventure you know my energy you know my prudence I will compromise nothing dear corn muse I only want from you the funds necessary for us to begin the campaign for a long time corn muse refused to bear the expenses of what he thought was a fatal enterprise agraric was in turn pathetic and terrible at last yielding to his prayers and threats corn muse with banging head and swinging arms went to the austere cell that concealed his evangelical poverty in the whitewashed wall under a branch of blessed box there was fixed a safe he opened it and with a sigh took out a bundle of bills which with hesitating hands he gave to the pious agraric do not doubt it dear corn muse said the latter thrusting the papers into the pocket of his overcoat this pyro affair has been sent us by god for the glory and exaltation of the church of penguinia I pray that you may be right sighed the monk of connels and left alone in his laboratory he gazed through his exquisite eyes with an ineffable sadness at his stoves and his retorts end of book 6 CHAPTER V this is a Libervox recording all Libervox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit Libervox.org this reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 6 Modern Times Book 6 Chapter 6 The 700 Piratists The 700 Piratists inspired the public with an increasing aversion. Every day two or three of them were beaten to death in the streets one of them was publicly whipped another thrown into the river a third tarred and feathered and led through a laughing crowd a fourth had his nose cut off by a captain of dragoons they did not dare to show themselves at their clubs the tennis or the races they put on a disguise when they went to the stock exchange in these circumstances the Prince de Boceno thought it urgent to curb their audacity and repress for this purpose he joined with Count Kleina Monsieur de la Tromel Viscount Olive and Monsieur Bigore in founding a great anti-Piratist association to which citizens in hundreds of thousands soldiers and companies regiments, brigades, divisions and army corps, towns, districts and provinces all gave their adhesion about this time the minister of war happening to visit one day his chief of staff saw with surprise that the large room where General Panther worked which was formerly quite bare had now along each wall from floor to ceiling in sets of deep pigeonholes triple and quadruple rows of paper bundles of every form and color these sudden and monstrous records had in a few days reached the dimensions of a pile of archives such as it takes centuries to accumulate what is this? asked the astonished minister proofs against Pyro answered General Panther with patriotic satisfaction we had not got them when we convicted him but we have plenty of them now the door was open and Greytalk saw coming up the staircase a long file of porters who were unloading heavy bales of paper in the hall and he saw the lift slowly rising heavily loaded with paper packets what are those others? said he they are fresh proofs against Pyro that are now reaching us said Panther I have asked for them in every county of Penguinia in every staff office and in every court in Europe I have ordered them in every town in America and in Australia and in the factory in Africa and I am expecting bales of them from Bremen and a ship load from Melbourne and Panther turned towards the minister of war the tranquil and radiant look of a hero however Greytalk his eyeglass in his eye was looking at the formidable pile of papers with less satisfaction than uneasiness very good said he but I am afraid that this Pyro business may lose its beautiful simplicity it was limpid like a rock crystal with less transparency you could have searched it in vain with a magnifying glass for a straw and a bend of blot for the least fault when it left my hands it was pure as the light indeed it was the light I give you a pearl and you make a mountain out of it to tell you the truth I am afraid that by wishing to do too well you have done less well proofs of course it is good to have proofs but perhaps it is better to have none at all I have already told you Panther there is only one irrefutable proof the confession of the guilty person or if the innocent what matter the Pyro affair as I arranged it left no room for criticism there was no spot where it could be touched it defied assault it was invulnerable because it was invisible now it gives an enormous handle for discussion I advise you Panther to use your paper packets with great reserve I should be particularly grateful if you would be more sparing of your communications to journalists you speak well but you say too much tell me Panther are there any forge documents among these there are some adapted ones that is what I meant there are some adapted ones so much the better as proofs forge documents in general are better than genuine ones first of all because they have been expressly made to suit the needs of the case and therefore they are fitting and exact they are also preferable because they carry the mind into an ideal world and turn it aside from the reality which, alas, in this world is never without some alloy nevertheless I think I should have preferred Panther that we had no proofs at all the first act of the anti-pyrotist association was to ask the government immediately to summon the 700 pyrotists and their accomplices before the High Court of Justice who was guilty of high treason Prince de Voseno was charged to speak on behalf of the association and presented himself before the council which had assembled to hear him he expressed a hope that the vigilance and firmness of the government would rise to the height of the occasion he shook hands with each of the ministers and as he passed General Greytalk he whispered in his ear behave properly you ruffian or I will publish the Mallory dossier some days later by a unanimous vote on a motion proposed by the government the anti-pyrotist association was granted a charter recognizing it as beneficial to the public interest the association immediately sent a deputation to Chitterling's castle in Porpoesia where Crucho was eating the bitter bread of exile to assure the Prince of the love and devotion of the anti-pyrotist members however the pyrotists grew in numbers and now counted 10,000 they had their regular cafes on the boulevards the patriots had theirs also richer and bigger and every evening glasses of beer saucers, match stands jugs, chairs and tables were hurled from one to the other mirrors were smashed to bits and the police ended the struggles by impartially trampling the combatants of both parties under their hobnail shoes on one of these glorious nights as Prince de Bosseno was leaving a fashionable cafe in the company of some patriots Monsieur de la Tromelle pointed out to him a little bearded man with glasses hatless and having only one sleeve to his coat who was painfully dragging himself along the rubbish, strewn pavement Look! said he There is Columban! The Prince had gentleness as well as strength he was exceedingly mild but at the name of Columban his blood boiled he rushed at the little spectacled man and knocked him down with one blow of his fist on the nose Monsieur de la Tromelle then perceived that misled by an undeserved resemblance he had mistaken for Columban Monsieur Basil, a retired lawyer the secretary of the antipiratist association and an ardent and generous patriot Prince de Bosseno was one of those antique souls who never bend however he knew how to recognize his faults Monsieur Basil said he raising his hat if I have touched your face with my hand you will excuse me and you will understand me you will approve of me nay you will compliment me you will congratulate me and felicitate me you know the cause of that act I took you for Columban Monsieur Basil wiping his bleeding nostrils with his handkerchief and displaying an elbow laid bare by the absence of his sleeve No, sir! answered he dryly I shall not felicitate you I shall not congratulate you I shall not compliment you for your action was at the very least superfluous it was, I will even say, superrogatory already this evening I have been three times mistaken for Columban and received a sufficient amount of the treatment he deserves the patriots have knocked in my ribs and broken my back and, sir, I was of opinion that that was enough scarcely had he finished this speech than a band of piratists appeared and misled in their turn by that insidious resemblance they believed that the patriots were killing Columban they fell on Prince de Bosseno and his companions with loaded canes and leather thongs and left them for dead and seizing Bazil they carried him in triumph and in spite of his protests along the boulevards amid cries of Hurrah for Columban! Hurrah for Pirate! at last the police who had been sent after them attacked and defeated them and dragged them ignominiously to the station where Bazil, under the name of Columban was trampled on by an innumerable quantity of thick, hobnailed shoes End of book 6 Chapter 6 All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Serois Michael.Serois S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole, France Book 6 Modern Times Book 6, Chapter 7 Bidot Coquille and Menet Fleur The wind of anger and hatred blew in Alka, Eugene Bidot Coquille, poorest and happiest of astronomers, installed in an old steam engine of the time of the Draconites, was observing the heavens through a bad telescope and photographing the paths of the meteors upon some damaged photographic plates. His genius corrected the errors of his instruments and his love of science triumphed over the worthlessness of his apparatus. With an inextinguishable ardor he observed aerolites, meteors and fireballs and all the glowing ruins and blazing sparks which passed through the terrestrial atmosphere with prodigious speed and as a reward for his studious vigils he received the indifference of the public, the ingratitude of the state and the blame of the learned societies. Engulfed in the celestial spaces he knew not what occurred upon the surface of the earth. He never read the newspapers and when he walked through the town his mind was occupied with the November asteroids and more than once he found himself at the bottom of a pond in one of the parks or beneath the wheels of a motor omnibus. Elevated in stature as in thought he respected himself and others. This was shown by his cold politeness as well as by a very thin black frock coat and a tall hat which gave to his person an appearance at once emaciated and sublime. He took his meals in a little restaurant from which all customers less intellectual than himself had fled and thenceforth his napkin found by its wooden ring vested alone in the abandoned rack. In this cook-shop his eyes fell one evening upon Columban's memorandum in favor of pyro. He read it as he was cracking some bad nuts and suddenly exalted with astonishment, admiration, horror and pity he forgot all about falling meteors and shooting stars and saw nothing but the innocent man hanging in his cage, exposed to the winds of heaven and the ravens perching upon it. That image did not leave him. For a week he had been obsessed by the innocent convict when he was leaving his cook-shop he saw a crowd of citizens entering a public house in which a public meeting was going on. He went in. The meeting was disorderly, they were yelling abusing one another and knocking one another down in the smoke-laden hall. The pirateists and the anti-piratists spoke in turn and were alternately cheered in his stat. An obscure and confused enthusiasm moved the audience with the audacity of a timid and retired man, Bidoko Kyou leaped upon the platform and spoke three-quarters of an hour. He spoke very quickly, without order but with vehemence and with all the conviction of a mathematical mystic, he was cheered. When he got down from the platform a big woman of uncertain age, dressed in red and wearing an immense hat trimmed with heroic feathers, throwing herself into his arms embraced him and said to him, You are splendid! He thought in his simplicity that there was some truth in the statement. She declared to him that henceforth she would live but for Pyro's defense and Columban's glory. He thought her sublime and beautiful. She was Maniflor, a poor old courtesan, now forgotten and discarded, who had suddenly become a vehement politician. She never left him. They spent glorious hours together in Doss houses and in lodgings beautified by their love, in newspaper offices, in meeting halls and in lecture halls. As he was an idealist he persisted in thinking her beautiful, although she gave him abundant opportunity of seeing he had preserved no charm of any kind. From her past beauty she only retained a confidence in her capacity for pleasing and a lofty assurance in demanding homage. Still it must be admitted that this Pyro affair, so fruitful in prodigies, invested Maniflor with a sort of civic majesty and transformed her at public meetings into an august symbol of justice and truth. Vido Coquille in Maniflor did not kindle the least spark of irony or amusement in a single antipiratist, a single defender of great-hawk or a single supporter of the army. The gods in their anger had refused to those men the precious gift of humor. They gravely accused the courtesan and the astronomer of being spies of treachery and of plotting against their country. Vido Coquille and Maniflor grew visibly greater beneath insult, abuse and calamity. For long months Pinguinia had been divided into two camps, and though at first sight it may appear strange, hitherto socialists had taken no part in the contest. Their groups comprised almost all the manual workers in the country, necessarily scattered, confused, broken up and divided, but formidable. The Pyro affair threw the group leaders into a singular embarrassment. They did not wish to place themselves either on the side of the financiers or on the side of the army. They regarded the Jews both great and small as their uncompromising opponents. Their principles were not at stake, nor were their interests concerned in the future. Still the greater number felt how difficult it was growing for them to remain aloof from struggles in which all Pinguinia was engaged. Their leaders called a sitting of their federation at the Rue de la Cue du Diable Saint-Mail to take into consideration the conduct they ought to adopt in the present circumstances and in future eventualities. Comrade Phoenix was the first to speak. A crime, said he, the most odious and cowardly of crimes, a judicial crime has been committed. Military judges, coerced or misled by the superior officers, have condemned an innocent man to an infamous and cruel punishment. Let us not say that the victim is one of our own party, that he belongs to a cast which was, and always will be, our enemy. Our party is the party of social justice. It can look upon no iniquity with indifference. It would be a shame for us if we left it to Kerdanek, a radical, to Columban, a member of the middle classes, and to a few moderate nations alone to proceed against the crimes of the army, if the victim is not one of us, his executioners are our brother's executioners, and before Great Hawk struck down this soldier he shot our comrades who were on strike. Comrades, by an intellectual, moral, and material effort, you must rescue Pyro from his torment, and in performing this generous act you are not turning aside from the liberating and revolutionary task you have undertaken, for Pyro has become the symbol of the oppressed, and of the social inequities that now exist. By destroying one, you make all the others tremble. When Phoenix ended, Comrade Sapor spoke in these terms, you are advised to abandon your task in order to do something with which you have no concern. Why throw yourselves into a conflict whereon whatever side you turn, you will find none but your natural, uncompromising, even necessary opponents. Are the financiers to be less hated by us than the army? What inept criminal generosity is it that hurries you to save those 700 paratists whom you will always find confronting you in the social war? It is proposed that you act the part of the police for your enemies, and that you are to reestablish for them the order which their own crimes have disturbed. Magnanimity pushed to this degree changes its name. Comrades, there is a point at which infamy becomes fatal to a society. Penguin society is being strangled by its infamy, and you are requested to give it air that it can breathe. This is simply turning you into ridicule. Leave it to smother itself and let us gaze at its last convulsions with joyful contempt, only regretting that it has so entirely corrupted the soul on which it has been built, that we shall find nothing but poisoned mud on which to lay the foundations of a new society. When support had ended his speech, Comrade LaPerson pronounced these few words. Phoenix calls us to Pyro's help for the reason that Pyro is innocent. It seems to me that that is a very bad reason. If Pyro is innocent, he has behaved like a good soldier and has always conscientiously worked at his trade, which principally consists in shooting the people. That is not a motive to make the people brave all dangers in his defense. When it is demonstrated to me that Pyro is guilty and that he stole the arming hay, I shall be on his side. Comrade Larive, after word spoke, I am not of my friend Phoenix's opinion, that I am not with my friend Sapor either. I do not believe that the party is bound to embrace a cause as soon as we are told that the cause is just. That I am afraid is a grievous abuse of words and a dangerous equivocation. For social justice is not revolutionary justice. They are both in perpetual antagonism. To serve the one is to oppose the other. As for me, my choice is made. I am for revolutionary justice as against social justice. Still, in the present case, I am against abstention. I say that when a lucky chance brings us an affair like this we should be fools not to profit by it. How? We are given an opportunity of striking terrible, perhaps fatal blows against militarism. And am I to fold my arms? I tell you comrades, I am not a fakir. I have never been a fakir. And if there are fakirs here, let them not count on me. To sit in meditation is a policy without results, and one which I shall never adopt. A party like ours ought to be continually asserting itself. It ought to prove its existence by continual action. We will intervene in the pyro affair, but we will intervene in it in a revolutionary manner. We will adopt violent action. Perhaps you think that violence is old fashioned and superannuated, to be scrapped along with deligences, hand presses and aerial telegraphy, you are mistaken. Today is yesterday, nothing is obtained except by violence. It is the one efficient instrument. The only thing necessary is to know how to use it. You ask what will our action be? I will tell you, it would be to stir up the governing classes against one another, to put the army in conflict with the capitalists, the government with the magistracy, the nobility in clergy with the Jews, and if possible to drive them all to destroy one another. To do this would be to carry on an agitation which would weaken government in the same way that fever wears out the sick. The pyro affair, little as we know how to turn it to advantage, will put forward by ten years the growth of the social party and the emancipation of the proletariat, by disarmament, the general strike, and revolution. The leaders of the party, having each expressed a different opinion, the discussion was continued, not without vivacity. The orators, as always happens in such a case, reproduced the arguments they had already brought forward, though with less order and moderation than before. The dispute was prolonged and none changed his opinion. These opinions in the final analysis were reduced to two, that of Sopor and La Persone who advised abstention, and that of Phoenix and La Reve, who wanted intervention. Even these two contrary opinions were united in a common hatred of the heads of the army and of their justice, and in a common belief in pyro's innocence, so that public opinion was hardly mistaken in regarding all the socialist leaders as pernicious anti-pyrotists. As for the vast masses in whose name they spoke, and whom they represented as far as speech can express the impossible, as for the proletarians whose thought is difficult to know and who do not know it themselves, it seemed that the pyro affair did not interest them. It was too literary for them, it was in too classful a style, and had an upper middle class and high finance tone about it that did not please them much. End of book six, chapter seven. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Cervois. Michael.Cervois. S-I-R-O-I-S. .com. Penguin Island, by Anatole France. Book six, modern times. Book six, chapter eight, the Columban Trial. When the Columban Trial began, the pyro-tists were not many more than thirty thousand, but they were everywhere and might be found even among the priests and millionaires. What injured them most was the sympathy of the rich Jews. On the other hand, they derived valuable advantages from their feeble number. In the first place, there were among them fewer fools than among their opponents who were overburdened with them. Comprising but a feeble minority, they cooperated easily, acted with harmony, and had no temptation to divide and thus counteract one another's efforts. Each of them felt the necessity of doing the best possible and was the more careful of his conduct as he found himself more in the public eye. Finally, they had every reason to hope that they would gain fresh adherents while their opponents, having had everybody with them at the beginning, could only decrease. Summoned before the judges at a public sitting, Columban immediately perceived that his judges were not anxious to discover the truth. As soon as he opened his mouth, the President ordered him to be silent to the superior interests of the State. For the same reason, which is the Supreme Reason, the witnesses for the defense were not heard. General Panther, the Chief of Staff, appeared in the witness box in full uniform and decorated with all his orders. He deposed as follows. The infamous Columban states that we have no proofs against Pyro. He lies. We have them. I have in my archives 732 square yards of them, which at 500 pounds each make 366,000 pounds. That superior officer afterwards gave with elegance and ease a summary of these proofs. They are of all colors and all shades, said he in substance. They are of every form, pot, crown, sovereign, grape, dove coat, grand eagle, etc. The smallest is less than the hundredth part of a square inch. The largest measures 70 yards long by 90 yards broad at this revelation the audience shuddered with horror. Great Hawk came to give evidence in his turn. Simpler and perhaps greater, he wore a grey tunic and held his hands joined behind his back. I leave, said he calmly in a slightly raised voice, I leave to Monsieur Columban, the responsibility for an act that has brought our country to the brink of ruin. The Pyro affair is secret. It ought to remain secret. If it were to divulge the cruelest ills, wars, pillages, depredations, fires, massacres, and epidemics would immediately burst upon penguinia. I should consider myself guilty of high treason if I uttered another word. Some persons known for their political experience, among others, Monsieur Bigore, considered the evidence of the minister of war as abler and of greater weight than that of his chief of staff. The evidence of Colonel Sir Lee made a great impression. One evening at the ministry of war, said that officer, the attaché of a neighbouring power told me that while visiting his sovereign stables he had once admired some soft and fragrant hay of a pretty green colour, the finest hay he had ever seen. Where did it come from? I asked him. He did not answer. But there seemed to me no doubt about its origin. It was the hay Pyro had stolen. Those qualities of virgin softness and aroma are those of our national hay. The forage of the neighbouring power is grey and brittle. It sounds under the fork and smells of dust. Well, one can draw one's own conclusions. Lieutenant Colonel Hastings said in the witness box, amid hisses, that he did not believe Pyro guilty. He was immediately seized by the police and thrown into the bottom of a dungeon, where, amid vipers, toads, and broken glass, he remained insensible both to promises and threats. The usher called Count Pierre Movec de la Dentalinx. There was deep silence and a stately but ill-dressed nobleman whose moustaches pointed to the skies and whose dark eyes shot forth flashing glances was seen advancing toward the witness box. He approached column-ban and, casting upon him a look of ineffable disdain, my evidence, said he, here it is, you excrement. At these words the entire hall burst into enthusiastic applause and jumped up moved by one of those transports that stir men's hearts and roused them to extraordinary actions. Without another word Count Movec de la Dentalinx withdrew. All those present left the court and formed a procession behind him. Prostrate at his feet, Princess de Boceno held his legs in a close embrace, but he went on, stern and impassive, beneath the shower of handkerchiefs and doors. By Countess Olive clinging to his neck could not be removed and the calm hero bore her along with him, floating on his breast like a light scarf. When the court resumed its sitting, which it had been compelled to suspend, the president called the experts. Vermillard, the famous expert in handwriting, gave the results of his researches. Having carefully studied, said he, the papers found in Paolo's house, in particular his account book and laundry books. I noticed that, although apparently not out of the common, they formed an impenetrable cryptogram, the key to which, however, I discovered, the traitor's infamy is to be seen in every line. In this system of writing the words, three glasses of beer and twenty francs for Adele mean, I have delivered thirty thousand trusses of hay to a neighbouring power. From these documents I have even been able to establish the position of the hay delivered by this officer. The words waistcoat, drawers, pocket handkerchief, collars, drink, tobacco, cigars, mean clover, meadow grass, looser, vernet, oats, rye grass, vernal grass, and common cat-stained grass. And these are precisely the constituents of the hay furnished by Count Mabec to the penguin cavalry. In this way, Iro mentioned his crimes in a language that he believed would always remain indecipherable. One is confounded by so much astuteness and so great a want of conscience. Columban, pronounced guilty without any extenuating circumstances, was condemned to the severest penalty. The judges immediately signed a warrant consuming him to solitary confinement. In the Place du Palais, on the sides of a river whose banks had during the force of twelve centuries seen so great a history, 50,000 persons were tumultuously awaiting the result of the trial. Here were the heads of the antipyrantist association, among whom might be seen Prince de Boussaino, Count Cleyna, by Count Olive, and Monsieur de la Tramelle. Here crowded the reverent father Agaric and the teachers of Saint Male College with their pupils. Here the Mont-duillard and General Caraguel embracing each other formed a sublime group. The market women and laundry women, with spits, shovels, tongs, beetles, and water, might be seen running across the Pont Vier. On the steps in front of the bronze gates were assembled all the defenders of Pyrrho and Alca, professors, publicists, workmen, some conservatives, others radicals or revolutionaries, and by their negligent dress and fierce aspect could be recognized Comrades Phoenix, La Revée, La Personne, Dagobère, and Vareme Ville. Squeezed in his funereal frock coat and wearing his hat of ceremony, Vido Coquille invoked the sentimental mathematics on the steps of Columban and Colonel Hasting. Maniflore shone smiling and resplendent on the topmost step, anxious like Leanna, to deserve a glorious monument or to be given, like Epicaris, the praises of history. The seven hundred pirateists, disguised as lemonade sellers, utter merchants, collectors of odds and ends, or antipiratists, wandered round the vast building. When Columban appeared, so great an uproar burst forth that struck by the commotion of air and water, birds fell from trees and fishes floated on the surface of the stream. On all sides, there were gales, there were some cries of and a voice was even heard shouting, this was the signal for a terrible struggle. The combatants fell in thousands, and their bodies formed howling and moving mounds on top of which fresh champions gripped each other by the throes. Women, eager, pale and disheveled, with clenched teeth and frantic nails rushed on the man, in transports that in the brilliant light of the public square gave to their faces expressions unsurpassed, even in the shade of curtains and the hollows of pillows. They were going to seize Columban, to bite him, to strangle dismember and rend him, when Maniflor, tall and dignified in her red tunic, stood forth serene and terrible, confronting these furies who recoiled from before her in terror. Columban seemed to be his partisans succeeded in clearing a passage for him through the Place de Palais, and in putting him into a cab stationed at the corner of the Pompiers. The horse was already in full trot when Prince de Boceno, Count Clena and Monsieur de la Tramelle knocked the driver off his seat. Then, making the animal back and pushing the spokes of the wheels, they ran the vehicle onto the parapet of the bridge whence they overturned it into the river amid the cheers of the delirious crowd. With a resounding splash a jet of water rose upwards, and then nothing but a slight eddy was to be seen on the surface of the stream. Almost immediately comrades Dagobar and Varambil, with the help of the 700 disguised Piratists, sent Prince de Boceno head foremost into a river laundry in which he was lamentably swallowed up. Serene night descended over the Place de Palais, and shed silence and peace upon the frightful ruins with which it was strewed. In the meantime Columban, 3,000 yards down the stream, cowering beside a lame old horse on a bridge, was meditating on the ignorance and injustice of crowds. The business, said he to himself, is even more troublesome than I believed. I foresee fresh difficulties. He got up and approached the unhappy animal. What have you, poor friend, done to them? said he. It is on my account they have used you so cruelly. He embraced the unfortunate beast and kissed the white star on his forehead. Then he took him by hand and led him, both of them limping, through the sleeping city to his house, where sleep soon allowed them to forget mankind. Chapter 8 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Serois, Michael.Serois S-I-R-O-I-S dot com. Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 6 Modern Times Book 6 Chapter 9 Father Duiard In their infinite gentleness and at the suggestion of the common father of the faithful, the bishops, canons, vickers, curits, abbots and friars of penguinia resolved to hold a solemn service in the Cathedral of Alca and to pray that divine mercy would deign to put an end to the troubles that distracted one of the noblest countries in Christendom and grant to repentant penguinia pardoned for its crimes against God and the ministers of religion. The ceremony took place on the 15th of June. General Caraguel, surrounded and occupied the church warden's pew. The congregation was numerous and brilliant. According to M. B. Gord's expression, it was both crowded and select. In the front rank was to be seen M. de la Berthe O'Sale, Chamberlain to his Highness Prince Crucho, near the pulpit, which was to be ascended by the Reverend Father Duiard of the Order of St. Francis, were gathered in an attitude of attention with their hands crossed upon their wands of office, the great dignitaries of the Antiparatist Association by Count C. de la Tromeo, Count Cléna, the Duke Dampur, and Prince de Poceno. Father Agaric was in the apse with the teachers and pupils of St. Mill College. The right-hand transept and aisle were reserved for officers and soldiers in uniform, this side being thought the more honorable, since the Lord leaned his head to the right when he died on the cross. The ladies of the aristocracy, and among them Countess Cléna, by Countess Oliv, and Princess de Poceno in the immense building and in the square outside were gathered twenty thousand clergy of all sorts, as well as thirty thousand of the laity. After the expiatory and propitiatory ceremony, the Reverend Father Duiard ascended the pulpit. The sermon had at first been entrusted to the Reverend Father Agaric, but in spite of his merits he was thought unequal to the occasion in zeal and doctrine, and the eloquent Capuchin friar, who for six months had gone through the barracks preaching against the authority, had been chosen in his place. The Reverend Father Duiard, taking as his text he had put down the mighty from their seat, established that all temporal power as God as its principle and its end, and that it is ruined and destroyed when it turns aside from the path that Providence has traced out for it, and from the end to which he has directed it. Applying these sacred rules to the government of Penguinia, he drew a terrible picture of the evils that the country's rulers had been to prevent or to foresee. The first author of these miseries and degradations, my brethren, said he is only too well known to you. He is a monster whose destiny is providentially proclaimed by his name, for it is derived from the Greek word pyros, which means fire. Eternal wisdom warns us by this etymology that a Jew was to set ablaze the country that had welcomed him. He depicted the country persecuted by the persecutors of the church and crying in its agony, Oh, whoa! Oh, glory! Those who have crucified my God are crucifying me. At these words a prolonged shutter passed through the assembly. The powerful orator excited still greater indignation when he described the proud and crime-stained columban plunged into the stream, all the waters of which could not cleanse him. He gathered up all the humiliations and all the perils of the penguins and approached the President of the Republic and the Prime Minister with them. That minister, said he, having been guilty of degrading cowardice in not exterminating the seven hundred pyratists with their allies and offenders, as Saul exterminated the Philistines at Gabya, as rendered himself unworthy of exercising the power that God delegated to him and every good citizen ought henceforth to insult his contemptible government. Saul looked favorably on those who despise him. He had put down the mighty from their seat. God will depose these pusillanimous chiefs and will put in their place strong men who will call upon him. I tell you, gentlemen, I tell you officers, non-commissioned officers, and soldiers who listen to me. I tell you, General of the Penguin Armies, the hour has come if you do not obey God's orders, if in his name you do not depose those now in authority, if you do not establish a religious and strong government in Penguinia, God will nonetheless destroy what he has condemned. He will nonetheless save his people. He will save them. But if you are wanting, he will do so by means of a humble artisan or a simple corporal. Hason, the hour will soon be past. Excited by this ardent exhortation, the sixty-thousand people present rose up trembling and shouting, To arms, to arms, death to the fire-tists, for all for mucho. And all of them, monks, women, soldiers, noblemen, citizens, and loafers who were gathered beneath the superhuman arm uplifted in the pulpit, struck up the hymn, Let us save Penguinia. They rushed impetuously from the Basilica and marched along the keys to the Chamber of Deputies. Left alone in the deserted nave, the wise corn muse, lifting his arms to heaven, murmured in broken accents, Agnosco Fortunum, Ecclisie Penguinia, I see but too well whether this will lead us. The attack which the crowd made upon the legislative palace was repulsed, vigorously charged by the police and Alcan guards. The assailants were already fleeing in disorder when the socialists, running from the slums and led by comrades Phoenix, Dagobir, Laperson, and Varambil, threw themselves upon them and completed their discomforture. Messieurs de la Tromelle and Dampuil were taken to the police station. Prince de Bosseno, after a valiant struggle, fell upon the bloody pavement with a fractured skull. In the enthusiasm of victory, the comrades, mingled with an innumerable crowd of paper-sellers and gutter merchants, ran through the boulevards all night, carrying manafloor in triumph and breaking the mirrors of the cafes and the glasses of the street lamps The anti-piratists in their turn upset the newspaper kiosks and tore down the hoardings. These were spectacles of which cool reason cannot approve, and they were fit causes for grief to the municipal authorities who desired to preserve the good order of the roads and streets. But what was sadder for a man of heart was the sight of the canting humbugs who from fear of blows kept in an equal distance from the two camps and cowardice to be visible claimed admiration for the generosity of their sentiments and the nobility of their souls. They rubbed their eyes with onions, gaited like whitings, blew violently into their handkerchiefs and bringing their voices out of the depths of their stomachs groaned forth, oh penguins, cease these fratricidal struggles, cease to rend your mother's bosom. As if men could live in society without disputes and without quarrels, discords were not the necessary conditions of national life and progress. They showed themselves hypocritical cowards by proposing a compromise between the just and the unjust, offending the just in his rectitude and the unjust in his courage. One of these creatures, the great and powerful Mashamel, a champion coward, rose upon the town like a colossus of grief, his tears formed poisonous lakes at his feet, and his size capsized the boats of a fisherman. During these stormy nights, on the top of his old steam engine, under the serene sky, boasted in his heart all the shooting stars registered themselves upon his photographic plates. He was fighting for justice. He loved and was loved with a sublime passion. Insult and calamity raised him to the clouds. A caricature of him in company with those of Kolumban, Kerdanak and Colonel Hestang was to be seen in the newspaper kiosks. The anti-piratists proclaimed that he had received 50,000 francs from the big Jewish financiers. The reports of the militarist sheets held interviews regarding his scientific knowledge with official scholars who declared he had no knowledge of the stars, disputed his most solid observations, denied his most certain discoveries, and condemned his most ingenious and most fruitful hypotheses. He exalted under these flattering blows of hatred and envy. He contemplated the black immensity pierced by a multitude of lights without giving a thought to all the heavy slumbers, cruel insomnias, vain dreams, spoiled pleasures, and infinitely diverse miseries that a great city contains. It is in this enormous city said he to himself that the just and the unjust are joining battle and substituting a simple and magnificent poetry for the multiple and vulgar reality. He represented to himself the pyro-affair as a struggle between good and bad angels. He awaited the eternal triumph of the Sons of Light and congratulated the child of the day confounding the children of night. End of Book 6, Chapter 9 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwaugh. Michael.Sirwaugh. S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole France. Book 6, Modern Times Book 6, Chapter 10 Mr. Justice Chauspied hither to blinded by fear, in cautious and stupid before the bands of Friar Dujard and the partisans of Prince Crucho, the Republicans at last opened their eyes and grasped the real meaning of the pyro-affair. The deputies who had for two years turned pale at the shouts of the patriotic crowds became not indeed more courageous but altered their cowardice and blamed Robin for their own complaints had encouraged and the instigators of which they had several times slavishly congratulated. They reproached him for having imperiled the republic by a weakness which was really theirs and a timidity which they themselves had imposed upon him. Some of them began to doubt whether it was not to their interest to believe in pyro's innocence rather than in his guilt and thence forward they felt a bitter anguish at the thought that the unhappy man might have been wrongly convicted of being another man's crimes. I cannot sleep on account of it was what several members of Minister Guillaume's majority used to say but these were ambitious to replace their chief. These generous legislators over through the cabinet and the president of the republic put in Robin Milleur's place a patriarchal republican with a flowing beard, La Trinité by name who like most of the penguins understood nothing about the affair but thought that too many monks were mixed up in it. General Greytalk before leaving gave his final advice to Parle the chief of the staff I go and you remain said he as he shook hands with him the pyro affair is my daughter I confess her to you she is worthy of your love and your care she is beautiful not forget that her beauty loves the shade is leased with mystery and likes to remain veiled great her modesty gentleness too many indiscreet looks have already profaned her charms Panther you desired proofs and you obtain them you have many perhaps too many in your possession I see that there will be many tiresome interventions and much dangerous curiosity if I were in your place I would tear up all those documents believe me the best of proofs is not at all that is the only one which nobody discusses alas general panther did not realize the wisdom of this advice the future was only too thoroughly to justify Greytalk's perspicacity La Trinite demanded the documents belonging to the pyro affair Peniche his minister of war refused them in the superior interests of the national defense telling him that the documents under general panther's care form the hugest mass of archives in the world La Trinite studied the case as well as he could and without penetrating to the bottom of the matter suspected it of irregularity conformably to his rights and prerogatives he then ordered a fresh trial to be held immediately and then sent to Peniche his minister of war accused him of insulting the army and betraying the country and flung his portfolio at his head he was replaced by a second who did the same to him succeeded a third who imitated these examples and those after him to the number of seventy acted like their predecessors until the venerable La Trinite groaned beneath the weight of bellicose portfolios the seventy first minister of war Van Julep retained office not that he was in disagreement with such noble colleagues but he had been commissioned by them generously to betray his prime minister to cover him with shame and approbrium and to convert the new trial to the glory of Greytalk the satisfaction of the anti-piratists the profit of the monks and the restoration of Prince Grucho general Van Julep though endowed with high military virtues was not intelligent enough to employ the subtle conduct and exquisite methods of Greytalk he thought like general panther the tangible proofs against pyro were necessary that they could never have too many of them that they could never have even enough he expressed these sentiments to his chief of staff who was only too inclined to agree with them panther said he we are at the moment when we need abundant and super abundant proofs you have said enough general answered panther I will complete my piles of documents six months later the proofs against pyro filled two stories of the ministry of war the ceiling fell in beneath the weight of the bundles and the avalanche of falling documents crushed two head clerks fourteen second clerks and sixty copying clerks who were at work on the ground floor arranging a change in the fashion of the cavalry gators the walls of the huge edifice had to be propped passers-by saw with amazement enormous beams and monstrous stanchions which reared themselves obliquely against the noble front of the building now tottering and disjointed and blocked up the streets stopped the carriages and presented to the motor omnibus an obstacle against which they dashed with their loads of passengers the judges who had condemned pyro were not properly speaking judges but soldiers the judges who had condemned columban were real judges but of inferior rank wearing seedy black clothes like church verges unlikely wretches of judges miserable judgelings above them were the superior judges who wore ermine robes over their black gowns these, renowned for their knowledge and doctrine, formed a court whose terrible name expressed power it was called the court of appeal cassation so as to make it clear that it was the hammer suspended over the judgements and decrees of all other jurisdictions one of these superior head judges of the supreme court called Chaucerpied led a modest and tranquil life in a suburb of Valka his soul was pure his heart honest his spirit just when he had finished studying his documents he used to play the violin and cultivate hyacinths one day he dined with his neighbors the mademoiselles ill-vivore his old age was cheerful and robust and his friends often praised the amenity of his character for some months however he had been irritable and touchy and when he opened a newspaper his broad and ruddy face would become covered with dolorous wrinkles and darkened with an angry purple pyro was the cause of it justice Chaucerpied could not understand how an officer could have committed so black a crime as to hand over 80,000 to a neighboring in hostile power and he could still less conceive how a scoundrel should have found official defenders in Penguinia the thought that there existed in his country a pyro of Colonel Hasteng a columban a cardinac a phoenix spoiled his hyacinths his violin his heaven and his earth all nature and even his dinner with the mademoiselles ill-vivore in the meantime the pyro case having been presented to the supreme court by the keeper of seals it fell to Chaucerpied to examine it and cover its defects in case any existed although as upright and as honest as a man can be and trained by long habit to exercise his magistercy without fear or favor he expected to find in the documents he submitted to him proofs of certain guilt and obvious criminality after lengthened difficulties and repeated refusals on the part of general Julep justice Chaucerpied was allowed to examine the documents numbered an initial they ran to the number of 14,000,000 126,312 as he studied them the judge was at first surprised then astonished and stupefied amazed and if I dare say so flabbergasted he found among the documents prospectuses of new fancy shops newspapers fashion plates paper bags old business letters exercise books brown paper green paper for rubbing parquet floors playing cards diagrams 6,000 copies of the key to dreams but not a single document which any mention was made of pyro end of book 6, chapter 10 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Serois Michael.serois S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole, France book 6 modern times book 6, chapter 11 the appeal was allowed and pyro was brought down from his cage but the antipyratists did not regard themselves as beaten the military judges retried pyro great hawk in his second affair surpassed himself he obtained a second conviction he obtained it by declaring that the proofs communicated to the supreme court were worth nothing and that great care had been taken to keep back the good ones since they ought to remain secret in the opinion of connoisseurs he had never shown so much address on leaving the court as he passed through the vestibule with a tranquil step and his hands behind his back amidst a crowd of sightseers a woman dressed in red and with her face covered by a black veil rushed at him brandishing a kitchen knife I scoundrel it was manifold before those present could understand what was happening the general seized her by the wrist and with apparent gentleness squeezed it so forcibly that the knife fell from her aching hand then he picked it up and handed it to Maniflor Madam, said he with a bow you have dropped a household utensil he could not prevent the heroine from being taken to the police station but he had her immediately released and afterwards he employed all his influence to stop the prosecution the second conviction of pyro was great hawk's last victory Justice Chausapied who had formerly liked soldiers so much and esteemed their justice so highly being now enraged with the military judges quashed their judgments as a monkey cracks nuts he rehabilitated pyro a second time he would if necessary have rehabilitated him five hundred times furious at having been cowards and at having allowed themselves to be deceived and made game of the republicans turned against the monks in clergy the deputies passed laws of expulsion separation and spoliation against them but Father Cornmuse had foreseen took place that good monk was driven from the wood of conals treasury officers confiscated his retorts and his stills and the liquidators divided amongst them his bottles of St. Orborosin liqueur the pious distiller lost the annual income of three million five hundred thousand francs that his products procured for him Father Agaric went into exile abandoning his school into the hands of laymen who soon allowed it to fall into decay separated from its foster mother the state the Church of Penguinia withered like a plucked flower the victorious defenders of the innocent man now abused each other and overwhelmed each other reciprocally with insults and calamities the vehement keratinik hurled himself upon phoenix as if ready to devour him the wealthy jews and the seven hundred pirates turned away with disdain from the socialist comrades whose aid they had humbly implored in the past we know you no longer said they for the devil with you and your social justice social justice is the defense of property having been elected a deputy and chosen to be the leader of the new majority comrade larvae was appointed by the chamber in public opinion to the premiership he showed himself an energetic defender of the military tribunals that had condemned pyro when his former socialist comrades claimed a little more justice and liberty for the employees of the state as well as for manual workers he opposed their proposals in an eloquent speech liberty said he is not license between order and disorder my choice is made revolution is impotence progress has no more formidable enemy than violence gentlemen those who as I am are anxious for reform ought to apply themselves before everything else to cure this agitation which in feeble's government just as fever exhausts those who are ill it is time to reassure honest people this speech was received with applause the government of the republic remained in subjection to the great financial companies the army was exclusively devoted to the defense of capital while the fleet was designed solely to procure fresh orders from the mine owners since the rich refused to pay their just share of the taxes the poor as in the past paid for them in the meantime from the height of his old steam line beneath the crowded stars of night bidot coquille gazed sadly the sleeping city manifold had left him consumed with a desire for fresh devotions and fresh sacrifices she had gone in company with a young Bulgarian to bear justice and vengeance to Sophia he did not regret her having perceived after the affair that she was less beautiful in form and in thought than he had at first imagined his impressions had been modified in the same direction concerning many other forms and many other thoughts and what was cruelest of all to him he regarded himself as not so great not so splendid as he had believed and he reflected you considered yourself sublime when you had but candor and goodwill of what you were proud bidot coquille of having been one of the first to know that pyro was innocent and great hawk a scoundrel but three-fourths of those who defended great hawk against the attacks of the 700 pyratists knew that better than you of what then did you show yourself so proud of having dared to say what you thought that is civic courage and like military courage it is a mere result of imprudence you have been imprudent so far so good but that is no reason for praising yourself beyond measure your imprudence was trifling it exposed you to trifling perils you did not risk your head by it the penguins have lost that cruel and sanguinary pride which formerly gave a tragic grandeur to their revolutions it is the fatal result of the weakening of beliefs and character ought one to look upon oneself as a superior spirit for having shown a little more clear sightedness than the vulgar I am very much afraid on the contrary bidot coquille that you have given proof of a gross misunderstanding of the conditions of the moral and intellectual development of the people you imagine that social injustices were threaded together like pearls and that it would be enough to pull one off in order to unfasten the whole necklace that is a very ingenious conception you flattered yourself that at one stroke you were establishing justice in your own country and in the universe you were a brave man an honest idealist though without much experimental philosophy but go home to your own heart and you will recognize that you had your ingenuousness was not without cunning you believed you were performing a fine moral action you said to yourself here am I just and courageous once for all I can henceforth repose in the public esteem and the praise of historians and now that you have lost your illusions now that you know how hard it is to redress wrongs and that the task must ever begun afresh you're going back to your asteroids you're right but go back to them with modesty bidot coquille end of chapter 11 and the end of book 6 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Sirois Michael.Sirois S-I-R-O-I-S dot com Penguin Island by Anatole, France book 7 modern times Madame Sarray book 7 chapter 1 Madame Clarence's drawing room the chapter begins with a quote ahem only extreme things are tolerable Count Robert de Montesquieu Madame Clarence the widow of an exalted functionary of the republic loved to entertain every Thursday she collected together some friends of modest condition who took pleasure in conversation the ladies who went to see her very different in age and rank were all without money they had suffered much there was a duchess who looked like a fortune teller and a fortune teller who looked like a duchess Madame Clarence was pretty enough to maintain some old liaisons but not to form new ones and she generally inspired a quiet esteem she had a very pretty daughter who since she had no dour caused some alarm among the male guests for the penguins were as much afraid of portionless girls as they were of the devil himself they've aligned Clarence noticing their reserve and perceiving its cause used to hand them their tea with an air of disdain moreover she seldom appeared at the parties and talked only to the ladies or the very young people her discreet and retiring presence put no restraint upon the conversation since those who took part in it thought either that as she was a young girl she would not understand it or that being 25 years old she might listen to everything one Thursday therefore in Madame Clarence's drawing room the conversation turned upon love with pride, delicacy and mystery the men with discretion and fatuity everyone took an interest in the conversation for each one was interested in what he or she said a great deal of wit flowed brilliant apostrophes were launched forth and keen repartees were returned but when Professor Haddock began to speak he overwhelmed everybody it is the same with our ideas on love as with our ideas on everything else said he they rest upon anterior habits that are only faced in morals the limitations that have lost their grounds for existing the most useless obligations the cruelest and most injurious restraints are because of their profound antiquity and the mystery of their origin the least disputed and the least disputable as well as the most respected and they are those that cannot be violated without incurring the most severe blame all morality relative to the relations of the sexes is founded on this principle that a woman once obtained a man that she is his property like his horse or his weapons and this having ceased to be true absurdities result from it such as the marriage or contract or sale of a woman to a man with clauses restricting the right of ownership introduced as a consequence of the gradual diminution of the claims of the possessor the obligation imposed on a girl that she should bring her virginity to her husband that comes from the times when girls were married immediately they were of a marriageable age a girl who marries at 25 or 30 should be subject to that obligation you will perhaps say that it is a present with which her husband if she gets one at last will be gratified but every moment we see men wooing married women and showing themselves perfectly satisfied to take them as they find them still even in our own day the duty of girls is determined in religious morality by the old belief that God the most powerful of warriors is polygamous that he has reserved all maidens for himself and that men can only take those whom he has left this belief although traces of it exist in several metaphors of mysticism is abandoned today by most civilized peoples however it still dominates the education of girls not only among our believers but even among our free thinkers who as a rule think freely for the reason that they do not think at all discretion means ability to separate and discern we say that a girl is discreet when she knows nothing at all we cultivate her ignorance in spite of all our care the most discreet knows something for we cannot conceal from them their own nature and their own sensations but they know badly they know in a wrong way that is all we obtain by our careful education sir suddenly said Joseph O'Toole the high treasurer of Alka believe me there are innocent girls perfectly innocent girls and it is a great pity I have known three they married and the result was tragic all I have noticed professor haddock went on that Europeans in general and penguins in particular occupy themselves after sport and motoring with nothing so much as with love it is giving a great deal of importance to a matter that has very little weight then professor exclaimed madame cremure in a choking voice when a woman has completely surrendered herself to you you think it is a matter of no importance no madame it can have its importance answered professor haddock but it is necessary to examine if when she surrenders herself to us she offers us a delicious fruit garden or a plot of thistles and dandelions and then do we not misuse words in love a woman lends herself rather than gives herself look at the pretty madame ponce she is my mother said at all fair young man sir I have the greatest respect for her replied professor haddock do not be afraid that I intend to say anything in the least offensive about her but allow me to tell you that as a rule the opinions of sons about their mothers are not to be relied on they do not bear enough in mind that a mother is a mother only because she loved and that she can still love that however is the case and it would be deplorable were it otherwise I have noticed on the contrary that daughters do not deceive themselves about their mother's faculty for loving or about the use they make of it they are rivals they have their eyes upon them the insupportable professor spoke a great deal longer adding in decorum to awkwardness and impertinence to incivility accumulating in congruities despising what is respectable respecting what is despicable but no one listened to him further during this time in a room a room without grace a room sad for the want of love a room which, like all young girls' rooms had something of the cold atmosphere of a place of waiting about it Evelyn Clarance turned over the pages of club annuals and prospectuses of charities in order to obtain from them some acquaintance with society being convinced that her mother shut up in her own intellectual but poor world could neither bring her out or push her into prominence she decided that she herself would seek the best means of winning a husband without dreams or illusions and regarding marriages but a ticket of admission or a passport she kept before her mind a clear notion of the hazards, difficulties and chances of her enterprise she had the art of pleasing and a coldness of temperament that enabled her to turn it to its fullest advantage her weakness lay in the fact that she was dazzled by anything that had an aristocratic air when she was alone with her mother she said Mama, we will go tomorrow to Father Duiard's retreat End of Book 7, Chapter 1 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole, France Book 7 Modern Times Madame Sarray Book 7, Chapter 2 of Saint Orverosia Every Friday evening at 9 o'clock the Choices to Valkan Society assembled in the aristocratic church of Saint-Mail for the Reverend Father Duiard's retreat Prince and Princess de Poceno Viscount and Viscountess Olive Monsieur Madame de Gore Monsieur Madame de la Tramelle were never absent The flower of the aristocracy might be seen there and fair Jewish baronesses also adorned by their presence, but the Jewish baronesses of Alka were Christians This retreat, like all religious retreats, had for its object to procure for those living in the world opportunities for recollection so that they might think of their eternal salvation It was also intended to draw down upon so many noble and illustrious families the benediction of Lady Orverosia who loves the penguins The Reverend Father Duiard strove for the completion of his task with a truly apostolical zeal He hoped to restore the prerogatives of Saint Orverosia as the patron saint and to dedicate to her a monumental church on one of the hills that dominate the city His efforts had been crowned with great success and for the accomplishing of this national enterprise he had already united more than 100,000 adherents and collected more than 20 millions of francs It was in the choir of Saint Male that Saint Orverosia's new shrine shining with gold sparkling with precious stones and surrounded by tapers and flowers had been erected The following account may be read in the history of the miracles of the patron saint of Alca by the Abbey Plantain The ancient shrine had been melted down during the terror and the precious relics of the saint thrown into a fire that had been lit on the Plasta Greve but a poor woman of a great piety named Rockine went by night at the peril of her life to gather up the calcined bones and ashes of the Blessed Saint She preserved them in a jam pot and when religion was again restored brought them to the venerable curae of Saint Male's the woman ended her days piously as a vendor of tapers and custodian of seats in the saint's chapel It is certain that in the time of Father Dwiard although faith was declining the cult of Saint Orverosia which for 300 years had fallen under the criticism of canon Prince Toe and the silence of the doctors of the church recovered and was surrounded with more pomp more splendor and more fervor than ever The theologians did not now subtract a single iota from the legend They held as certainly established all the facts related by Abbot Simplicissimus and in particular declared on the testimony of that monk that the devil, assuming a monk's form had carried off the saint to a cave and had there striven with her until she overcame him Neither place nor dates caused them any embarrassment They paid no heed to exegesis and took good care not to grant as much to science as canon Prince Toe had formerly conceded They knew too well whether that would lead The church shone with lights and flowers an operatic tenor saying the famous canticle of Saint Orverosia Imagine the paradise on coming back tonight and on the shed by the night Mademoiselle Clarens sat beside her mother and in front of I Count Plena She remained kneeling during a considerable time for the attitude of prayer is natural to discreet virgins and it shows off their figures The Reverend Father Duiar descended the pulpit He was a powerful orator and could at once melt, surprise, and rouse his hearers Women complained only that he fulminated against vice with excessive harshness and in crude terms that made them blush but they liked him none the less for it He treated in his sermon of the seventh trial of Saint Orverosia who was tempted by the dragon which she went forth to combat but she did not yield and she disarmed the monster The orator demonstrated without difficulty that we also, by the aid of Saint Orverosia and strong in the virtue which she inspires can in our turn overthrow the dragons that dart upon us and are waiting to devour us the dragon of doubt the dragon of impiety the dragon of forgetfulness of religious duties He proved that the charity of Saint Orverosia was a work of social regeneration and he concluded by an ardent appeal to the faithful to become instruments of the Divine Mercy eager upholders and supporters of the charity of Saint Orverosia and to furnish it with all the means which it required to take its flight and bear its salutary fruits After the ceremony the Reverend Father Duiar remained in the sacristy at the disposal of those of the faithful who desired information concerning the charity or who wished to bring their contributions Mademoiselle Clarence wished to speak to Father Duiard so did Viscount Clayna The crowd was large and a queue was formed By chance Viscount Clayna and Mademoiselle Clarence were side by side and possibly they were squeezed a little closely to each other by the crowd Evelyn had noticed this fashionable young man who was almost as well-known as his father in the world of sport Clayna had noticed her and as he thought her pretty he bowed to her then apologized and pretended to believe that he had been introduced to the ladies but could not remember where they pretended to believe it also He presented himself the following week at Madame Clarence's thinking that her house was a bit fast a thing not likely to displease him and when he saw Evelyn again he felt he had not been mistaken and that she was an extremely pretty girl Viscount Clayna had the finest motor car in Europe for three months he drove the Clarences every day over hills and plains through woods and valleys he visited famous sites and went over celebrated castles he said to Evelyn all that could be said and did all that could be done to overcome her resistance she did not conceal from him that she loved him that she would always love him and love no one but him she remained grave and trembling by his side to his devouring passion she opposed the invincible defense of a virtue conscious of its danger at the end of three months after having gone uphill and downhill turned sharp corners and negotiated level crossings and experienced innumerable breakdowns he knew her as well as he knew the flywheel of his car but not much better he employed surprises, adventures, sudden stoppages in the depths of forests and before hotels but he had advanced no farther he said to himself that it was absurd then taking her again in his car he set off at fifty miles an hour quite prepared to upset her in a ditch or to smash himself and her against a tree one day having come to take her on some excursion he found her more charming than ever and more provoking he darted upon her as a storm falls upon the reeds that bore her a lake she bent with adorable weakness beneath the breath of the storm and twenty times was almost carried away by its strength but twenty times she arose supple and vowing to the wind after all these shocks one would have said that a light breeze had barely touched her charming stem she smiled as if ready to be plucked by a bold hand then her unhappy aggressor desperate, enraged and three parts mad fled so as not to kill her mistook the door and went into the bedroom of Madame Clarence who he found putting on her hat in front of a wardrobe seized her, flung her on the bed and possessed her before she knew what had happened the same day Eveline who had been making inquiries learned that Viacount Clana had nothing but debts lived on money given him by an elderly lady and promoted the sale of the latest models of a motor car manufacturer they separated with common accord and Eveline began again disdainfully to serve tea to her mother's guests End of Book 7, Chapter 2 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Serois Michael.seroissiros.com Penguin Island by Anatole, France Book 7, Modern Times Madame Serois Book 7, Chapter 3 The Polite Serois In Madame Clarence's drawing-room the conversation turned upon love and many charming things were said about it Love is a sacrifice sighed Madame Cremure I agree with you replied Monsieur Bouturel with animation but Professor Haddock soon displayed his fastidious insolence It seems to me, said he that the Penguin ladies have made a great fuss since through Saint-Mail's agency they became viviferous but there is nothing to be particularly proud of in that for it is a state they share in common with cows and pigs and even with orange and lemon trees for the seeds of these plants germinate in the pericarp The self-importance which the Penguin ladies give themselves does not go so far back as that answered Monsieur Bouturel It dates from the day when the Holy Apostle gave them clothes The self-importance was long kept in restraint and displayed itself fully only with increased luxury of dress and in a small section of society for go only two leagues from Alcaf into the country at harvest time and you will see whether women are over precise or self-important On that day, Monsieur Polite Serois paid his first call He was a deputy of Alcaf and one of the youngest members of the house His father was said to have kept a dram shop but he himself was a lawyer of robust physique a good though prolix speaker with a self-important air and a reputation for ability Monsieur Serois said the mistress of the house Your constituency is one of the finest in Alcaf and there are fresh improvements made in it every day, madame Unfortunately it is impossible to take a stroll through it any longer, said Monsieur Bouturel Why asked Monsieur Serois On account of the motors, of course Do not give them a bad name Answered the deputy They are our great national industry I know The penguins of today make me think of the ancient Egyptians According to Clement of Alexandria Tane tells us, though he misquotes the text the Egyptians worship the crocodiles that devoured them The penguins today worship the motors that crush them Without a doubt, the future belongs to the metal beast We are no more likely to go back to cabs than we are to go back to the diligence and the long martyrdom of the horse will come to an end The motor which the frenzied cupidity of manufacturers hurls like a juggernaut's car upon the bewildered people and at which the idle and fashionable make a foolish though fatal elegance will soon begin to perform its true function and putting its strength at the service of the entire people will behave like a docile toiling monster But in order that the motor may cease to be injurious and become beneficent we must build roads suited to its speed roads which it cannot tear up with its ferocious tires and from which it will send no clouds of poisonous dust into human lungs We ought not to allow slower vehicles or mere animals to go upon those roads and we should establish garages upon them and footbridges over them and so create order and harmony among the means of communication of the future That is the wish of every good citizen Madame Clérence led the conversation back to the improvements in Monsieur Serré's constituency Monsieur Serré showed his enthusiasm for demolitions, tunnelling constructions, reconstructions and all other fruitful operations We build today in an admirable style said he Everywhere majestic avenues are being reared Was ever anything as fine as our arcaded bridges in our domed hotels? You are forgetting that big palace surmounted with an immense, melon-shaped dome Grumbled Monsieur Danissé an old art amateur in a voice of restrained rage I am amazed at the degree of ugliness which a modern city can attain Elca is becoming Americanized Everywhere we are destroying that charming object a piece of an old wall that bears up the branches of a tree Everywhere we are suppressing some fragment of light and air, some fragment of nature some fragment of the associations that still remain with us some fragment of our fathers some fragment of ourselves and we are putting up frightful, enormous and infamous houses surmounted in Viennese style by ridiculous domes or fashioned after the models of the new art without moldings or having profiles with sinister corbells and burlesque pinnacles such monsters as these shamelessly peer over the surrounding buildings we see bulbous protuberances stuck out on the fronts of buildings and we are told that they are new art motifs I have seen the new art in other countries that it is not so ugly as with us it has fancy and it has simplicity it is only in our own country that by a sad privilege we may behold the newest and most diverse styles of architectural ugliness not an enviable privilege Are you not afraid, asked Monsieur Sérès severely, are you not afraid that these bitter criticisms tend to keep out of our capital the foreigners who flow into it from all parts of the world and who leave millions behind them You may set your mind at rest about that answered Monsieur Deniset Foreigners do not come to admire our buildings they come to see our courtesans our dressmakers and our dancing saloons We have one bad habit side Monsieur Sérès it is that we collumniate ourselves Madame Clérance as an accomplished hostess thought it was time to return to the subject of love and asked Monsieur Jumel his opinion of Monsieur Lyon Bloom's recent book in which the author complained that an irrational custom went on Professor Haddock it prevents respectable young ladies from making love a thing they would enjoy doing whilst the mercenary girls do it too much and without getting any enjoyment out of it it is indeed deplorable but Monsieur Lyon Bloom need not fret too much if the evil exists as he says it does in our middle class society I can assure him that everywhere else he would see a consoling spectacle among the people, the mass of the people throughout town and country the girls do not deny themselves that pleasure it is depravity said Madame Cremure and she praised the innocence of young girls in terms full of modesty and grace it was charming to hear her Professor Haddock's views on the same subject were on the contrary painful to listen to respectable young girls said he are guarded and watched over besides men do not as a rule pursue them much either through probity fear of grave responsibilities or because the seduction of a young girl would not be to their credit even then we do not know what really takes place for the reason that what is hidden is not seen this is a condition necessary to the existence of a society the scruples of respectable young girls would be more easily overcome than those of married women if the same pressure were brought to bear on them and for this there are two reasons they have more illusions they have not been satisfied women for the most part have been so disappointed by their husbands that they have not courage enough to begin again with somebody else I myself have been met by this obstacle several times in my attempts at seduction at the moment when professor Haddock ended his unpleasant remarks mademoiselle Everline Clarence entered the drawing room and listlessly handed about tea with that expression of boredom which gave an oriental charm to her beauty for my part said Hippolyte Sarray looking at her I declare myself the young ladies champion he must be a fool thought the young girl Hippolyte Sarray who had never set foot outside of his political world of electors and elected thought mademoiselle Clarence's drawing room most select its mistress exquisite and her daughter amazingly beautiful his visits became frequent and he paid court to both of them mademoiselle Clarence who now liked attention thought him agreeable Everline showed no friendliness towards him with a hauteur and disdain that he took for aristocratic behavior and fashionable manners and he thought all the more of her on that account this busy man taxed his ingenuity to please them and he sometimes succeeded he got them cards for fashionable functions and boxes at the opera he furnished mademoiselle Clarence with several opportunities of appearing to great advantage and in particular at a garden party which although given by a minister was regarded as really fashionable and gained its first success in society circles for the republic at that party Everline had been much noticed and had attracted the special attention of a young diplomat called Roger Lamberlie who imagining that she belonged to a rather fast set invited her to his bachelor's flat she thought him handsome and believed him rich and she accepted a little moved almost disquited she very nearly became the victim of her daring and only avoided defeat by an offensive measure audaciously carried out this was the most foolish escapade in her unmarried life being now on friendly terms with ministers and with the president Everline continued to wear her aristocratic and pious affectations and these one for her the sympathy of the chief personages in the anti-clerical and democratic republic Monsieur Hippolyte Sarray seeing that she was succeeding and doing him credit liked her still more he even went so far as to fall madly in love with her henceforth in spite of everything she began to observe him with interest being curious to see if his passion would increase he appeared to her without elegance or grace and not well bred but active clear-sided full of resource and not too great a bore she still made fun of him but he had now won her interest one day she wished to test him it was during the elections when members of parliament were as the phrase runs requesting a renewal of their mandates he had an opponent who though not dangerous at first and not much of an orator was rich and was reported to be gaining votes every day Hippolyte Sarray vanishing both dull security and foolish alarm from his mind redoubled his care his chief method of action was by public meetings at which he spoke vehemently against the rival candidate his committee held huge meetings on Saturday evenings and at three o'clock on Sunday afternoons one Sunday as he called on the clearances he found Evelyn alone in the drawing room he had been chatting for about twenty or twenty five minutes when taking out his watch he saw that it was a quarter to three and the girl showed herself amiable engaging, attractive and full of promises Sarray was fascinated but he stood up to go Stay a little longer said she in a pressing and agreeable voice which made him promptly sit down again she was full of interest of abandon, curiosity and weakness he blushed, turned pale and again got up then in order to keep him still longer she looked at him out of two gray and melting eyes and though her bosom was heaving she did not say another word she fell at her feet in distraction but once more looking at his watch he jumped up with a terrible oath damn, quarter to four, I must be off and immediately he rushed down the stairs from that time onwards she had a certain amount of esteem for him End of Book 7, Chapter 3 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael. Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island, Biennial, France Book 7, Modern Times, Madame Sarray Book 7, Chapter 4 A Politician's Marriage She was not quite in love with him but she wished him to be in love with her She was moreover very reserved with him and that not solely from any want of inclination to be otherwise since in affairs of love some things are due to indifference to inattention to woman's instinct to traditional custom and feeling to a desire to try one's power and to satisfaction at seeing its results The reason of her prudence was that she knew him to be very much infatuated and capable of taking advantage of any familiarity she allowed as well as of reproaching her coarsely afterwards if she discontinued them As he was a professed anti-clerical and free-thinker she thought it a good plan to effect an appearance of piety in his presence and to be seen with prayer books bound in Red Morocco such as Queen Marie Lasinskas or the Dauphinès Marie Josephine the last two weeks of Lent She lost no opportunity either of showing him the subscriptions that she collected for the endowment of the National Cult of Saint Orvorosia Eveline did not act in this way because she wished to tease him nor did it spring from a young girl's archness or a spirit of constraint or even from snobbishness though there was more than a suspicion of this latter in her behavior of asserting herself of stamping herself with a definite character of increasing her value To rouse the deputy's courage she wrapped herself up in religion just as Brunhild surrounded herself with flames so as to attract Sigurd Her audacity was successful he thought her still more beautiful thus clericalism was in his eyes a sign of good form Surrey was re-elected by an enormous majority and returned to a house which showed itself more inclined to the left more advanced and as it seemed more eager for reform than its predecessor perceiving at once that so much zeal was but intended to hide a fear of change and a sincere desire to do nothing he determined to adopt a policy that would satisfy these aspirations at the beginning of the session he made a great speech cleverly thought out and well arranged dealing with the idea that all reform ought to be put off for a long time he showed himself heated even fervid holding the principle to recommend moderation with extreme vehemence he was applauded by the entire assembly the Clarances listened to him from the President's box and Eveline trembled in spite of herself at the solemn sound of the applause on the same bench the fair Madame Ponce shivered at the intonations of his virile voice as soon as he descended from the Tribune, Surrey even while the audience were still clapping went without a moments delay to salute the Clarances in their box Eveline saw in him the beauty of success and as he leaned towards the ladies wiping his neck with his handkerchief and receiving their congratulations with an air of modesty though not without a tinge of self-conceit the young girl glanced toward Madame Ponce and saw her palpitating and breathless drinking in the hero's applause with her head thrown backwards it seemed as if she were on the point of fainting Eveline immediately smiled tenderly on Monsieur Surrey the Alcon deputy's speech had a great vogue in political spheres it was regarded as extremely able we have at last heard an honest pronouncement said the chief moderate journal it is a regular program they said in the house it was agreed that he was a man of immense talent de Paulité Surrey had now established himself as leader of the radicals socialists and anti-clericals and they appointed him president of their group which was then the most considerable in the house he thus found himself marked out for office in the next ministerial combination after a long hesitation Eveline Clarence accepted the idea of marrying Monsieur de Paulité Surrey the great man was a little common for her taste nothing had yet proved that he would one day reach the point where politics bring in large sums of money but she was entering her 27th year and knew enough of life to see that she must not be too fastidious or show herself too difficult to please de Paulité Surrey was celebrated de Paulité Surrey was happy he was no longer recognizable the elegance of his clothes and deportment had increased tremendously he wore an undue number of white gloves now that he was too much of a society man Eveline began to doubt if it was not worse than being too little of one Madame Clarence regarded the engagement with favor she was reassured concerning her daughter's future and pleased to have flowers given her every Thursday for her drawing run the celebration of the marriage raised some difficulties Eveline was pious and wished to receive the benediction of the church de Paulité Surrey, tolerant but a free thinker wanted only a civil marriage there were many discussions and even some violent scenes upon the subject the last took place in the young girl's room at the moment when the invitations were being written Eveline declared that if she did not go to church she would not believe herself married she spoke of breaking off the engagement and of going abroad with her mother or of retiring into a convent then she became tender, weak, supplyant she sighed and everything in her virginal chamber sighed in chorus the holy water fond the palm branch above her white bed the books of devotion on their little shelves and the blue and white statuette of Saint Orbarosia chaining the dragon of Cappadocia that stood upon the marble mantelpiece the Paulité Surrey was moved softened, melted beautiful in her grief her eyes shining with tears her wrists girt by a rosary of lapis lazuli and so to speak chained by her faith she suddenly flung herself at Epolité's feet and as shevelled almost dying she embraced his knees he nearly yielded a religious marriage he muttered a marriage in church I could make my constituents stand that but my committee would not swallow the matter so easily still I'll explain it to them toleration, social necessities they all send their daughters to Sunday school but as for office my dear I'm afraid we are going to drown all hope of that in your holy water at these words she stood up grave, generous, resigned conquered also in her turn my dear, I insist no longer then we won't have a religious marriage it will be better much better not very well but be guided by me I am going to try and arrange everything both to your satisfaction and mine she sought the reverent father Duiard he showed himself even more accommodating and yielding than she had hoped your husband is an intelligent man a man of order and reason he will come over to us you will sanctify him it is not in vain that God has granted him the blessing of a Christian wife the church needs no pomp and ceremonial display for her benedictions now that she is persecuted the shadow of the crypts and the recesses of the catacombs are in better accord with her festivals mademoiselle when you have performed the civil formalities come here to my private chapel in costume with M. Sauré I will marry you and observe the most absolute discretion I will obtain the necessary dispensations from the Archbishop as well as all facilities regarding the bands confession tickets etc Hippolyte although he thought the combination a little dangerous agreed to it a good deal flattered at bottom I will go in a short coat he said he went in a frock coat with white gloves and varnished shoes anti-genuflected politeness demands and a book 7 chapter 4 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Sirois Michael.Sirois S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole France Book 7 Modern Times Madame Sauré Book 7 Chapter 5 The Visoré Cabinet The Sauré household was established with modest decency in a pretty flat situated in a new building Sauré loved his wife in a calm and tranquil fashion he was often kept late from home by the commission on the budget and he worked more than three nights a week at a report on the postal finances of which he hoped to make a masterpiece Evelyn thought she could twist him around her finger and this did not displease him the bad side of their situation was that they had not much money in truth they had very little the servants of the republic do not grow rich in her services easily as people think since the sovereign is no longer there to distribute favors each of them takes what he can and his depredations limited by the depredations of all the others are reduced to modest proportions hence that austerity of morals that is noticed in democratic leaders they can only grow rich during periods of great business activity and then they find themselves exposed to the envy of their less favored colleagues the Palaté Sauré had for a long time foreseen such a period he was one of those who had made preparations for its arrival whilst waiting for it he endured his poverty with dignity and Evelyn shared that poverty without suffering as much as one might have thought she was in close intimacy with the Reverend Father Douillard and frequented the chapel of Saint Orvorosia who met with serious society and people in a position to render her useful services she knew how to choose among them and gave her confidence to none but those who deserved it she had gained experience since her motor excursions with Viscount Clana and above all she had now acquired the value of a married woman the deputy was at first uneasy about these pious practices which were ridiculed by the demagogic newspapers but he was soon reassured for he saw all around him democratic leaders joyfully becoming reconciled to the aristocracy and the church they found that they had reached one of those periods which often recur when advance had been carried a little too far the Palaté Sauré gave a moderate support to this view his policy was not a policy of persecution but a policy of tolerance he had laid its foundations in his splendid speech on the preparations for reform the prime minister was looked upon as too advanced he proposed schemes which were admitted to be dangerous to capital and the great financial companies were opposed to him of course it followed that the papers of all views supported the companies seeing the danger increasing the cabinet abandoned its schemes its program and its opinions but it was too late a new administration was already ready an insidious question by Paul Viscauré which was immediately made the subject of a resolution and a fine speech by Hippolyte Sauré over through the cabinet the president of the republic entrusted the formation of a new cabinet to this same Paul Viscauré who though still very young had been a minister twice he was a charming man spending much of his time in the green rooms of theaters a very artistic a great society man of amazing ability and industry Paul Viscauré formed a temporary ministry intended to reassure public feeling which had taken alarm and Hippolyte Sauré was invited to hold office in it the new ministry belonging to all the groups in the majority represented the most diverse and contrary opinions but they were all moderate and convinced conservatives the author interrupts at this point to say as this ministry exercised considerable influence upon the destinies of the country and of the world we think it well to give its composition minister of the interior and prime minister Paul Viscauré minister of justice Pierre Bou foreign affairs Victor Crombyl finance Teresson education La Villette commerce posts and telegraphs Hippolyte Sauré agriculture Olac public works La Persons war General de Bonheur Admiralty Admiral Vivier de Morin and then the author continues by saying the minister of foreign affairs was retained from the former cabinet he was a dark little man called Crombyl who worked 14 hours a day with the conviction that he dealt with tremendous questions he refused to see even his own diplomatic agents and was terribly uneasy though he did not disturb anybody else for the want of foresight of peoples is infinite and that of governments is just as great the office of public works was given to a socialist fortune La Persons it was then a political custom and one of the most solemn, most severe most rigorous and if I may dear say so the most terrible and cruel of all political customs to include a member of the socialist party in each ministry intended to oppose socialism so that the enemies of wealth and property should suffer the shame of being attacked by one of their own party and so that they could not unite against these forces without turning to someone who might possibly attack themselves in the future nothing but a profound ignorance of the human heart would permit the belief that it was difficult to find a socialist to occupy these functions citizen fortune La Persons entered the visoré cabinet of his own free will and without any constraint and he found those who approved of his action even among his former friends the fascination that power exercised over the penguins general debonair went to the war office he was looked upon as one of the ablest generals in the army but he was ruled by a woman the berenice builderman who though she had reached the age of intrigue was still beautiful she was in the pay of a neighboring and hostile power the new minister of marine the worthy admiral vivier de marine was generally regarded as an excellent seaman he displayed a piety that would have seemed excessive in an anti-clerical minister if the republic had not recognized that religion was of great maritime utility acting on the instruction of his spiritual director the reverend father d'ouillard the worthy admiral had dedicated his fleet to saint orbarosia and directed canticles in honor of the alcon virgin to be composed by christian bards these replaced the national hymn in the music played by the navy prime minister visoré declared himself to be distinctly anti-clerical but ready to respect all creeds he asserted that he was a sober-minded reformer paul visoré and his colleagues desired reforms and it was in order not to compromise reform that they proposed none for they were true politicians and knew that reforms are compromised the moment they are proposed the government was well received respectable people were reassured and the funds rose the administration announced that four new ironclads would be put into commission that prosecutions would be undertaken against the socialists and it formally declared its intention to have nothing to do with any inquisitorial income tax the choice of teresson as minister of finance was warmly approved by the press teresson, an old minister famous for his financial operations gave warrant to all the hopes of the financiers and shadowed forth a period of great business activity soon those three udders of modern nations monopolies, bill discounting and fraudulent speculation were swollen with the milk of wealth already whispers were heard of distant enterprises and of planting colonies and the boldest put forth in the newspapers the project of a military and financial protectorate over in Egritia without having yet shown what he was capable of Hippolytesare was considered a man of weight business people thought highly of him he was congratulated on all sides for having broken with the extreme sections the dangerous men and for having realized the responsibilities of government Madame Saray shone alone amid the minister's wives Crombyl withered away in bachelor dumb Hove's array had married money in the person of mademoiselle Blampignon an accomplished, estimable, and simple lady who was always ill and whose feeble health compelled her to stay with her mother in the depths of a remote province the other minister's wives were not born to charm the sight and people smiled when they read that mademolabilet had appeared at the presidency ball wearing a headdress of birds of paradise Madame Vivier de Maureen a woman of good family was stout rather than tall had a face like a beef steak and the voice of a newspaper seller Madame de Bonheur, tall, dry, and florid was devoted to young officers she ruined herself by her escapades and crimes and only regained consideration by dint of ugliness and insolence Madame Saray was the charm of the ministry and it's tied to consideration young, beautiful, and irreproachable she charmed alike society and the masses by her combination of elegant costumes and pleasant smiles her receptions were thronged by the great Jewish financiers she gave the most fashionable garden parties in the republic the newspapers described her dresses and the milliners did not ask her to pay for them she went to mass she protected the chapel of Saint Orvorosia from the ill will of the people and she aroused in aristocratic hearts the hope of a fresh concordat with her golden hair, grey eyes and supple and slight though rounded figure she was indeed pretty she enjoyed an excellent reputation and she was so adroit and calm so much mistress of herself that she would have preserved it intact even if she had been discovered in the very act of ruining it the session ended with a victory for the cabinet which amid the almost unanimous applause of the house defeated a proposal for an inquisitorial tax and with a triumph for Madame Saray who gave parties in honor of three kings who were at the moment passing through Alca end of book 7 chapter 5 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Serois Michael.serois S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole, France book 7 Modern Times book 7 chapter 6 The Sofa of the Favourite The Prime Minister invited Monsieur and Madame Saray to spend a couple of weeks of the holidays in the little villa that he had taken in the mountains and in which he lived alone the deplorable health of Madame Paul vis-à-vis Saray did not allow her to accompany her husband and she remained with her relatives in one of the southern provinces the villa had belonged to the mistress of one of the last kings of Alca the drawing room retained its old furniture and in it was still to be found the sofa of the Favourite the country was charming a pretty blue stream the Icel flowed at the foot of the hill that dominated the villa Hippolytus Saray loved fishing when engaged at this monotonous occupation he often formed his best parliamentary combinations and his happiest oratorical inspirations trout swarmed in the Icel he fished it from morning till evening in a boat that the prime minister readily placed at his disposal in the meantime Evelyn and Paul Vis-à-Ray sometimes took a turn together in the garden or had a little chat in the drawing room Evelyn, although she recognized the attraction that Vis-à-Ray had for women had hitherto displayed towards him only an intermittent and superficial coca-tree without any deep intentions or settled design he was a connoisseur and saw that she was pretty the house and the opera had deprived him of all leisure but in a little villa one rounded figure of Evelyn took on of value in his eyes one day as Hippolytus Saray was fishing in the Icel he made her sit beside him on the sofa of the favorite long rays of gold struck Evelyn like arrows from a hidden cupid through the chinks of the curtains which protected her from the heat and glare of a brilliant day beneath her white muslin dress her rounded yet slender form was outlined in its grace and youth her skin was cool and fresh and had the fragrance of freshly mown hay poor Vis-à-Ray behaved as the occasion warranted and for her part she was opposed neither to the games of chance or of society she believed it would be nothing or a trifle she was mistaken there was says the famous German ballad on the sunny side of the town square beside a wall where on the creeper grew a pretty little letterbox as blue as the cornflowers smiling and tranquil all day long there came to it in their heavy shoes small shopkeepers rich farmers citizens the tax collector and the policemen and they put into it their business letters their invoices, their summons the notices to pay taxes the judges returns in orders for the recruits to assemble it remained smiling and tranquil oh with joy or in anxiety their advance towards it workmen and farm servants accountants clerks and women carrying their little children in their arms they put into it notifications of births, marriages and deaths letters between engaged couples between husbands and wives from mothers to their sons and from sons to their mothers it remained smiling and tranquil oh at twilight young lads and young girls slipped vertically to it and put in love letters some moistened the tears that blotted the ink others with a little circle to show the place to kiss all of them very long it remained smiling and tranquil hmm hmm rich merchants came themselves through excess of carefulness at hour of daybreak and put into it registered letters and letters with fibrous seals full of banknotes or checks on the great financial establishments of the empire it remained smiling and tranquil oh but one day Gaspar whom it had never seen and whom it did not know from Adam came to put in a letter of which nothing is known but that it was folded like a little hat immediately the pretty letterbox fell into a swoon oh henceforth it remains no longer in its place it runs through streets fields and woods by the end crowned with roses it keeps running uphill and downhill to country policemen surprises it sometimes amidst the corn in Gaspar's arms kissing him upon the mount oh Paul Vizare had recovered all his customary nonchalance Eveline remained stretched on the devan of the favorite in an attitude of delicious astonishment the Reverend Father Duyard an excellent moral theologian and a man who in the decadence of the church has preserved his principles was very right to teach in conformity with the doctrine of the fathers that while a woman commits a great sin by giving herself for money she commits a much greater one by giving herself for nothing for in the first case she acts to support her life and that is sometimes not merely excusable but pardonable and even worthy of the divine grace for God forbids suicide besides, in giving herself an order to live, she remains humble and derives no pleasure from it a thing which diminishes the sin but a woman who gives herself for nothing sins with pleasure and exalts in her fault the pride and delight with which she burdens her crime increase its load of moral guilt Madame Hippolyta Cere's example shows the profundity of these moral truths she perceived that she had senses a second was enough to bring about this discovery to change her soul to alter her whole life to have learned to know herself was at first a delight the Northy-Seaton know thyself of the ancient philosophy is not a precept the moral fulfillment of which procures any pleasure since one enjoys little satisfaction from knowing one's soul it is not the same with the flesh for in it sources of pleasure may be revealed to us Evelyn immediately felt an obligation to reveal her equal to the benefit she had received and she imagined that he who had discovered these heavenly depths was the sole possessor of the key to them was this an error and might she not be able to find others who also had the golden key it is difficult to decide and Professor Haddock when the facts were divulged which happened without much delay as we shall see treated the matter from an experimental point of view in a scientific review and concluded that the chances Madame C would have of finding the exact equivalent of Monsieur V were in proportion of 305 to 975,008 this is as much as to say that she would never find it doubtless her instinct told her the same for she attached herself distractedly to him I have related these facts with all the circumstances which seem to me worthy of attracting the attention of meditative and philosophic minds the sofa of the favorite is worthy of the majesty of history on it were decided the destinies of a great people on it was accomplished an act whose renown was to extend over the neighboring nations both friendly and hostile and even over all humanity too often events of this nature escape the superficial minds and shallow spirits who inconsiderately assume the task of writing history thus the secret springs of events remain hidden from us the fall of empires and the transmission of dominions astonish us and remain incomprehensible to us we have not discovered the imperceptible point or touched the secret spring which when put in movement has destroyed and overthrown everything the author of this great history knows better than anyone else his faults and his weaknesses but he can do himself this justice that he has always kept the moderation the seriousness the austerity which an account of affairs of state demands and that he has never departed from the gravity which is suitable to a recital of human actions end of book 7 chapter 6 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Sirois Michael.Sirois S-I-R-O-I-S .com Penguin Island by Anatole, France book 7 Modern Times Madame Sarray When Eveline confided to Paul Visoray that she had never experienced anything similar he did not believe her he had had a good deal to do with women and knew that they readily say these things to men in order to make them more in love with them thus his experience, as sometimes happens made him disregard the truth incredulous but gratified all the same he soon felt love and something more for her this state at first seemed favorable to his intellectual faculties Visoray delivered in the chief town of his consulate a speech full of grace, brilliant and happy which was considered to be a masterpiece the reopening of parliament was serene a few isolated jealousies a few timid ambitions raised their heads in the house and that was all a smile from the prime minister was enough to dissipate these shadows she and he saw each other twice a day and wrote to each other in the interval he was accustomed to intimate relationships was adroit and knew how to assimilate but Eveline displayed a foolish imprudence she made herself conspicuous with him in drawing rooms at the theater, in the house and at the embassies she wore her love upon her face upon her whole person in her moist glances in the languishing smile of her lips in the heaving of her breast in all her heightened agitated and distracted beauty soon the entire country knew of their intimacy foreign courts were informed of it the president of the republic and Eveline's husband alone remained in ignorance the president became acquainted with it in the country through a misplaced police report which found its way, it is not known how into his portmanteau Hippolytisserie, without being either very subtle or very perspicacious noticed that there was something different in his home Eveline, who quite lately had interested herself in his affairs and shown if not tenderness at least affection towards him displayed hence forth nothing but indifference and repulsion she had always had periods of absence and made prolonged visits to the charity of St. Orbarosia now she went out in the morning remained out all day and sat down to dinner at nine o'clock in the evening with the face of a somnambulist her husband thought it absurd however he might perhaps have never known the reason for this a profound ignorance of women a crass confidence in his own merit and in his own fortune might perhaps have always hidden the truth from him if the two lovers had not, so to speak compelled him to discover it when Paul Visaray went to Eveline's house and found her alone they used to say as they embraced each other not here, not here and immediately they affected an extreme reserve that was their invariable rule now one day Paul Visaray went to the house of his colleague Seray with whom he had an engagement it was Eveline who received him the minister of commerce being delayed by a commission not here said the lovers smiling they said it mouth to mouth embracing and clasping each other still saying it when Hippolytus Seray entered the drawing room Paul Visaray did not lose his presence of mind he declared to Madame Seray that he would give up his attempt to take the dust out of her eye by this attitude he did not deceive the husband but he was able to leave the room with some dignity Hippolytus Seray was thunderstruck Eveline's conduct appeared incomprehensible to him he asked her what reason she had for it why? why? continually why? she denied everything not to convince him for he had seen them but from expediency and good taste and to avoid painful explanations Hippolytus Seray suffered all the tortures of jealousy he admitted it to himself he kept saying inwardly I am a strong man I am clad in armor but the wound is underneath it is in my heart and turning towards his wife not to have been with him he was right Eveline ought not to have loved in government circles he suffered so much that he took up his revolver exclaiming I will go and kill him but he remembered that a minister of commerce cannot kill his own prime minister and he put his revolver back into his drawer the weeks passed without calming his sufferings each morning he buckled his strong man's armor over his wound and sought in work and fame the peace that fled from him every Sunday he inaugurated busts statues, fountains, artesian wells hospitals, dispensaries, railways canals, public markets drainage systems triumphal arches and slaughterhouses and delivered moving speeches on each of these occasions his fervent activity devoured whole piles of documents he changed the colors of the postage stamps 14 times in one week nevertheless he gave vent to outbursts of grief and rage that drove him insane for whole days his reason abandoned him if he had been in the employment of a private administration this would have been noticed immediately but it is much more difficult to discover insanity or frenzy in the conduct of affairs of state at that moment the government employees were forming themselves into associations and federations amid a ferment that was giving alarm both to the parliament and to public feeling the postmen were especially prominent in their enthusiasm for trade unions Hippolytus Sere informed them in a circular that their action was strictly legal the following day he sent out a second circular forbidding all associations of government employees as illegal he dismissed 180 postmen reinstated them, reprimanded them and awarded them gratuities at cabinet councils he was always on the point of bursting forth the presence of the head of state scarcely restrained him within the limits of the decencies and as he did not dare to attack his rival he consoled himself by heaping invectives upon general debonair the respected minister of war the general did not hear them for he was deaf and occupied himself in composing verses for the baroness builderman Hippolytus Sere offered an indistinct opposition to everything the prime minister proposed in one word he was a madman one faculty alone escaped the ruin of his intellect he retained his parliamentary sense his consciousness of the temper of majorities his thorough knowledge of groups his certainty of the direction in which affairs were moving and of book 7 chapter 7 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Cervois Michael.Cervois S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole, France book 7 Modern Times Book 7, Chapter 8 Further Consequences The session ended calmly and the ministry saw no dangerous signs upon the benches where the majority sat it was visible however from certain articles in the moderate journals that the demands of the Jewish and Christian financiers were increasing daily that the patriotism of the banks required a civilizing expedition to Negretia and that the steel trusts, eager in the defense of our coasts and colonies were crying out for armored cruisers and still more armored cruisers rumors of war began to be heard such rumors sprang up every year as regularly as the trade winds serious people paid no heed to them and the government usually let them die away from their own weakness unless they grew stronger and spread for in that case the country would be alarmed the financiers only wanted colonial wars and the people did not want any wars at all it loved to see its government proud and even insolent but at the least suspicion that the European war was brewing its violent emotion would quickly have reached the house Hobbes' array was not uneasy the European situation was in his view completely reassuring he was only irritated by the maniacal silence of his minister of foreign affairs that gnome went to the cabinet meetings with a portfolio bigger than himself stuffed full of papers said nothing, refused to answer all questions even those asked by the respected president of the republic and exhausted by his obstinate labors took a few moments sleep in his armchair in which nothing but the top of his little black head was to be seen above the green tablecloth in the meantime Hippolyteseret became a strong man again in company with his colleague La Personne he formed numerous intimacies with ladies of the theater they were both to be seen at night entering fashionable restaurants in the company of ladies whom they overtopped by their lofty stature and their new hats and they were soon reckoned among the most sympathetic frequenters of the boulevards Fortune La Personne had his own wound beneath his armor his wife a young milliner whom he carried off from a marquee had gone to live with a chauffeur he loved her still and could not console himself for her loss so that very often in the private room of a restaurant in the midst of a group of girls who laughed and ate crayfish the two ministers exchanged a look full of their common sorrow and wiped away an unbidden tear Hippolyteseret although wounded to the heart did not allow himself to be beaten he swore that he would be avenged Madame Paul Vizieret whose deplorable health forced her to live with her relatives in a distant province received an anonymous letter specifying that Monsieur Paul Vizieret who had not a half penny when he married her was spending her dowry on a married woman E. C. that he gave this woman 30,000 franc motor cars and pearl necklaces costing 25,000 francs and that he was going straight to dishonor and ruin Madame Paul Vizieret read the letter fell into hysterics and handed it to her father I am going to box your husband's ears said Monsieur Blampignon he is a black-eyed who will land you both in the work-house unless we look out he may be prime minister but he won't frighten me when he stepped off the train Monsieur Blampignon presented himself at the ministry of the interior and was immediately received he entered the prime minister's room in a fury I have something to say to you sir and he waved the anonymous letter Paul Vizieret welcomed him smiling you are welcome my dear father I was going to write to you yes to tell you of your nomination to the rank of officer of the Legion of Honor I signed the patent this morning Monsieur Blampignon thanked his son in law warmly and threw the anonymous letter into the fire he returned to his provincial house and found his daughter fretting and agitated well I saw your husband but he is a delightful fellow but then you don't understand how to deal with him about this time Hippolyta Sarray learned through a little scandalous newspaper it is always through the newspapers that ministers are informed of the affairs of state that the prime minister dined every evening with mademoiselle lesionne with a folie dramatique whose charm seemed to have made a great impression on him thenceforth Sarray took a gloomy joy in watching his wife she came in every evening to dine or dress with an air of agreeable fatigue and the serenity that comes from enjoyment thinking that she knew nothing he sent her anonymous communications she read them at the table before him and remained still listless and smiling he then persuaded himself that she gave no heed to these vague reports and that in order to disturb her it would be necessary to enable her to verify her lover's infidelity and treason for herself there were at the ministry a number of trustworthy agents charged with secret inquiries regarding the national defense they were then employed in watching the spies of a neighboring and hostile power who had succeeded in entering the postal and telegraphic service Monsieur Sarray ordered them to suspend their work for the present and to inquire where, when, and how the minister of the interior saw mademoiselle lesionne the agents performed their missions faithfully and told the minister that they had several times seen the prime minister with a woman but that she was not mademoiselle lesionne the politice Sarray asked them nothing further he was right the loves of Paul Viseray and lesionne were but an alibi invented by Paul Viseray himself with Eveline's approval for his fame was rather inconvenient to her and she sighed for secrecy and mystery they were not shadowed by the agents of the ministry of commerce alone they were also followed by those of the prefect of police and even those of the minister of the interior who disputed with each other the honor of protecting their chief then there were the emissaries of several royalist imperialist and clerical organizations and blackmailers, several amateur detectives a multitude of reporters and a crowd of photographers who all made their appearance wherever these two took refuge in their perambulating love affairs epic hotels, small hotels townhouses, country houses private apartments, fias museums, palaces and hovels they kept watch in the streets from neighboring houses trees, walls, staircases landings, roofs, adjoining rooms and even chimneys the minister and his friend saw with alarm all around their bedroom, gimlets boring through doors and shutters and drills making holes in the walls a photograph of madame's array in night attire, buttoning her boots was the most that had been obtained Poeve's array grew impatient and irritable and often lost his good humor and agreeableness he came to the cabinet meetings in a rage and he too poured invectives upon general debonair a brave man under fire but a lax disciplinarian with sarcasm against the venerable admiral Vivier de Maureen who ships went to the bottom without any apparent reason fortune La Parson listened open-eyed and grumbled scoffingly between his teeth he is not satisfied with robbing his wife but he must go and rob him of his catch words too these storms were made known by the indiscretion of some ministers and by the complaints of the two old warriors who declared their intention of fleeing their portfolios at the beggars head but who did nothing of the sort these outbursts far from injuring the lucky prime minister had an excellent effect on parliament and public opinion who looked on them as signs of a keen solicitude for the welfare of the national army and navy the prime minister was the recipient of general approbation to the congratulations of the various groups and of noble personages he replied with simple firmness those are my principles and he had seven or eight socialists put in prison the session ended and Poeve's array very exhausted went to take the waters Hippolytus's array refused to leave his ministry where the trade union of telephone girls was in tumultuous agitation he opposed it with an unheard of violence for he had now become a woman-hater on Sundays he went into the suburbs to fish along with his colleague Laparzone wearing the tall hat that had never left him since he had become a minister and both of them were getting the fish complained of the inconstancy of women and mingled their griefs Hippolytus still loved Evelyn and he still suffered however, hope had slipped into his heart she was now separated from her lover and thinking to win her back he directed all his efforts to that end he put forth all his skill showed himself sincere, adaptable, affectionate devoted even discreet his heart taught him the delicacies of feeling he said charming and touching things to the faithless one and to soften her he told her all that he had suffered crossing the band of his trousers upon his stomach said he, how thin I have got he promised her everything he thought could gratify a woman, country parties hats, jewels sometimes he thought she would take pity on him she no longer displayed an insolently happy countenance being separated from Paul her sadness had an air of gentleness but the moment he made a gesture to recover her she turned away fiercely and gloomily girt with her fault as if for the golden girdle he did not give up making himself humble, supplyant understandable one day he went to La Personne and said to him with tears in his eyes will you speak to her La Personne excused himself thinking that his intervention would be useless but he gave some advice to his friend make her think that you don't care about her that you love another and she will come back to you Apolita adopting this method inserted in the newspapers that he was always to be found in the company of Mademoiselle Guineau of the opera she did not come home at all assumed in Eveline's presence an appearance of inward joy impossible to restrain took out of his pocket a dinner a letter on scented paper which he pretended to read with delight and his lips seemed as in a dream to kiss invisible lips nothing happened Eveline did not even notice the change insensible to all around her she only came out of her lethargy to ask for some louis from her husband and if he did not give them she threw him a look of contempt and she put upon him in the sight of the whole world since she had loved she spent a great deal on dress she needed money and she had only her husband to secure it for her she was so far faithful to him he lost patience became furious and threatened her with his revolver he said one day before her to madame Clarence I congratulate you madame you have brought up your daughter to be a wanton hussy take me away mamma exclaimed Eveline I will get a divorce he loved her more ardently than ever in his jealous rage suspecting her not without probability of sending and receiving letters he swore that he would intercept them reestablished a censorship over the post through private correspondence into confusion delayed stock exchange quotations prevented assignations brought about bankruptcies boarded passions and caused suicides the independent press gave utterance to the complaints of the public and indignantly supported them with arbitrary measures the ministerial journals spoke darkly of plots and public dangers and promoted a belief in a monarchical conspiracy the less well informed sheets gave more precise information told of the seizure of 50,000 guns and the landing of prince crucho feeling grew throughout the country and the republican organs called for the immediate meeting of parliament paul visoré returned to paris summoned his colleagues held an important cabinet council and proclaimed through his agencies that a plot had actually formed against the national representation but that the prime minister held the threads of it in his hand and that a judicial inquiry was about to be opened he immediately ordered the arrest of 30 socialists and whilst the entire country was acclaiming him as its saviour baffling the watchfulness of his 600 detectives he secretly took everline to a little house near the northern railway station where they remained until night after their departure the maid of their hotel as she was putting their room in order saw seven little crosses traced by a hairpin on the wall at the head of the bed that is all the paulitis array obtained as a reward of his efforts end of book 7 chapter 8 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Sirwa Michael.Sirwa S-I-R-O-I-S.com Penguin Island by Anatole France book 7 modern times Madame Saray book 7 chapter 9 the final consequences jealousy is a virtue of democracies which preserves them from tyrants deputies begin to envy the prime minister his golden key for a year his domination over the beauty of Madame Saray had been known to the whole universe the provinces with her news and fashions only arrive after a complete revolution of the earth around the sun where it last informed of the illegitimate loves of the cabinet the provinces preserve an austere morality women are more virtuous there than they are in the capital various reasons have been alleged for this education example simplicity of life professor haddock asserts that this virtue of provincial ladies is solely due to the fact that the heels of their shoes are low a woman said he in a learned article in the anthropological review a woman attracts a civilized man in proportion as her feet make an angle with the ground if this angle is as much as 35 degrees the attraction becomes acute for the position of the feet upon the ground determines the whole carriage of the body and it results that provincial women since they wear low heels are not very attractive and preserve their virtue with ease these conclusions were not generally accepted it was objected under the influence of english and american fashions low heels had been introduced generally without producing the results attributed to them by the learned professor moreover it was said that the difference he pretended to establish between the morals of the metropolis and those of the provinces is perhaps illusory and that if it exists it is apparently due to the fact that great cities offer more advantages and facilities for love than small towns provide however that may be the provinces began to murmur against the prime minister and to raise a scandal this was not yet a danger but there was a possibility that it might become one for the moment the peril was nowhere and yet everywhere the majority remained solid but the leaders became stiff and exacting perhaps Hippolytus Array would never have intentionally sacrificed his interests to his vengeance but thinking that he could henceforth without compromising his own fortune secretly damaged that of Paul Visaray he devoted himself to the skillful and careful preparation of difficulties and perils for the head of the government though far from equalling his rival in talent, knowledge and authority he greatly surpassed him in his skill as a lobbyist the most acute parliamentarians attributed the recent misfortunes of the majority to his refusal to vote at committees by a calculated imprudence he favored motions which he knew the prime minister could not accept one day his intentional awkwardness provoked a sudden and violent conflict between the minister of the interior and the mental treasurer then Saray became frightened and went no further it would have been dangerous for him to overthrow the ministry too soon his ingenious hatred found an issue by circuitous paths Paul Visaray had a poor cousin of easy morals who bore his name Saray, remembering this lady Celine Visaray brought her into prominence arranged that she should become intimate with several foreigners and procured her engagements in the music halls on stage in the Champs Elysees before a tumultuous crowd she performed risky dances to the sounds of wild music which was audible in the gardens where the president of the republic was entertaining royalty the name of Visaray, associated with these scandals covered the walls of the town filled the newspapers was repeated in the cafes and at balls and blazed forth in letters of fire upon the boulevards nobody regarded the prime minister as responsible for the scandal of his relatives a bad idea of his family came into existence and the influence of the statesmen was diminished almost immediately he was made to feel this in a pretty sharp fashion one day in the house on a simple question La Billette, the minister of religion and public worship who was suffering from an attack of liver and beginning to be exasperated by the intentions and intrigues of the clergy threatened to close the chapel of Saint Orvarocia and spoke without respect of the national virgin the entire right rose up in indignation the left appeared to give but a half-hearted support to the rash minister the leaders of the majority did not care to attack a popular cult which brought 30 millions a year into the country the most moderate of the supporters of the right M. B. Gore made the question the subject of a resolution and endangered the cabinet luckily, fortune La Purson the minister of public works always conscious of the obligations of power was able in the prime minister's absence to repair the awkwardness and in decorum of his colleague the minister of public worship he ascended the tribune and bore witness to the respect in which the government held the heavenly patron of the country the consolar of so many ills which science admitted its powerlessness to relieve when Polva's array snatched at last from Eveline's arms appeared in the house the administration was saved but the prime minister saw himself compelled to grant important concessions to the upper classes he proposed in parliament that the armored cruisers should be laid down and thus won the sympathies of the steel trust he gave new assurances that the income tax would not be imposed and he had 18 socialists arrested he was soon to find himself opposed by more formidable obstacles the chancellor of the neighboring empire in an ingenious and profound speech upon the foreign relations of his sovereign made a sly allusion to the intrigues that inspired the policy of a great country this reference, which was received with smiles by the imperial parliament was certain to irritate a punctilious republic it aroused the national susceptibility which directed its wrath against its amorous minister the deputies seized upon a frivolous pretext to show their dissatisfaction a ridiculous incident the fact that the wife of a sub-prefect had danced at the moulin rouge forced the minister to face a vote of censure and he was within a few votes of being defeated according to general opinion Polva's array had never been so weak so vacillating or so spiritless as on that occasion he understood that he could only keep himself in office by a great political stroke and he decided on the expedition to negricia this measure was demanded by the great financial and industrial corporations and was one which would bring concessions of immense forests to the capitalists a loan of 8 millions to the banking companies as well as promotions and decorations to the naval and military officers a pretext presented itself some insult needed to be avenged or some debt to be collected selected 6 battleships, 14 cruisers and 18 transports sailed up the mouth of the river hippopotamus 600 canoes vainly opposed the landing of the troops admiral vivier de moraine's cannons produced an appalling effect upon the blacks who replied to them with flights of arrows but in spite of their fanatical courage they were entirely defeated popular enthusiasm was kindled by the newspapers which the financier subsidized and burst into a blaze and protested against this barbarous, doubtful and dangerous enterprise they were at once arrested at that moment when the minister supported by wealth and now beloved by the poor seemed unconquerable the light of hate showed Hippolyta Cere alone the danger and looking with the gloomy joy at his rival he muttered between his teeth he is wrecked, the brigand whilst the country intoxicated itself with glory the neighboring empire protested against the occupation of negricia by a european power and these protests following one another at shorter and shorter intervals became more and more vehement the newspapers of the interested republic concealed all causes for uneasiness but Hippolyta Cere heard the growing menace and determined at last to risk everything even the fate of the ministry in order to ruin his enemy he got men whom he could trust to write and insert articles in several of the official journals which seeming to express Paul Vizere's precise views attributed warlike intentions to the head of the government these articles roused a terrible echo abroad and they alarmed the public opinion of a nation which while fond of soldiers was not fond of war questioned in the house on the foreign policy of his government Paul Vizere made a reassuring statement and promised to maintain a face compatible with the dignity of a great nation his minister of foreign affairs read a declaration which was absolutely unintelligible for the reason that it was couched in diplomatic language the minister obtained a large majority but the rumors of war did not cease and in order to avoid a new and dangerous motion the prime minister distributed 80,000 acres of forests in Negricia among the deputies and had 14 socialists arrested Hippolyta Cere went gloomily about the lobbies confiding to the deputies of his group that he was endeavoring to induce the cabinet to adopt a pacific policy and that he still hoped to succeed day by day the sinister rumors grew in volume and penetrating amongst the public spread uneasiness and disquiet Paul Vizere himself began to take alarm but disturbed him most were the silence and absence of the minister of foreign affairs Crumbiel no longer came to the meetings of the cabinet rising at 5 o'clock in the morning he worked 18 hours at his desk and at last fell exhausted into his waste paper basket from whence the registrars removed him together with the papers which they were going to sell to the military attachés of the neighboring empire General de Bonheur believed that a campaign was imminent and prepared for it far from fearing war he prayed for it and confided his generous hopes to Baron S. Bilderman who informed the neighboring nation which acting on her information proceeded to a rapid mobilization the minister of finance unintentionally precipitated events at the moment he was speculating for a fall and in order to bring about a panic on the stock exchange he spread the rumor that war was now inevitable the neighboring empire deceived by this action and expecting to see its territory invaded mobilized its troops in all haste the terrified chamber overthrew the visoré ministry by an enormous majority 814 votes to 7 with 28 abstentions it was too late the very day of this fall the neighboring and hostile nation recalled its ambassador and flung 8 millions of men into Madame Saré's country war became universal the whole world was drowned in a torrent of blood the zenith of penguin civilization half a century after the events we have just related Madame Saré died surrounded with respect and veneration in the 89th year of her age she had long been the widow of a statesman whose name she bore with dignity her modest and quiet funeral was followed by the orphans of the parish and the sisters of the sacred compassion the deceased left all of her property to the herosia alas, sighed Monsieur Monoyer a canon of saint mail as he received the pious legacy it was high time for a generous benefactor to come to the relief of our necessities rich and poor learned and ignorant are turning away from us and when we try to lead back these misguided souls neither threats nor promises neither gentleness nor violence nor anything else is now successful the penguin clergy pine in desolation sentry priests reduced to following the humblest of trades are shoeless and compelled to live upon such scraps as they can pick up in our ruined churches the rain of heaven falls upon the faithful and during the holy offices they can hear the noise of stones falling from the arches the tower of the cathedral is tottering and will soon fall Saint Auberosi is forgotten by the penguins her devotion abandoned and her sanctuary deserted on her shrine bereft of its gold and precious stones the spider silently weaves her web hearing these lamentations Pierre Mille, who at the age of ninety-eight years had lost nothing of his intellectual and moral power asked the canon if he did not think that Saint Auberosia would one day rise out of this wrongful oblivion I hardly dare to hope so sighed Monsieur Monnier it is a pity, answered Pierre Mille Auberosia is a charming figure and her legend is a beautiful one I discovered the other day by the mirror's chance one of her most delightful miracles the miracle of Jean-Viole would you like to hear it, Monsieur Monnier? I should be very pleased, Monsieur Mille Here it is then just as I found it in a fifteenth-century manuscript Cecile, the wife of Nicolas Gaubert a jeweler on the Pont-en-Chang after having led an honest and chaste life for many years and being now past her prime became infatuated with Jean-Viole, the countess de Movec's page who lived at the Hotel du Paillon in the Place de Grave was not yet eighteen years old and his face and figure were attractive not being able to conquer her passion Cecile resolved to satisfy it she attracted the page to her house loaded him with caresses supplied him with sweet meats and finally did as she wished with him now one day as they were together in the jeweler's bed master Nicolas came home sooner than he was expected he found the bolt drawn and heard his wife on the other side of the door exclaiming my heart, my angel, my love then suspecting that she was shut up with a gallant he struck great blows upon the door and began to shout Slut, hussy, wanton, open so that I may cut off your nose and ears in this peril the jeweler's wife besought Saint Auper-Ossia and vowed her a large candle if she helped her and the little page who was dying of fear beside the bed out of their difficulty the saint heard the prayer she immediately changed Jean-Viole into a girl seeing this Cecile was completely reassured and began to call out to her husband oh you brute villain you jealous wretch speak gently if you want the door to be opened and scolding in this way she ran to the wardrobe and took out of it an old hood a pair of stays, a long gray petticoat in which she hastily wrapped the transformed page then when this was done Catherine, dear Catherine said she loudly open the door for your uncle he is more fool than naive and won't do you any harm the boy who had become a girl obeyed Master Nicholas entered the room and found in it a young maid whom he did not know and his wife in bed big booby said a latter to him don't stand gaping at what you see just as I had come to bed because I had a stomach ache I received a visit from Catherine the daughter of my sister Jean de Palissure with whom we quarreled 15 years ago Kishonise she is well worth the trouble the jeweler gave a Viola hug and from that moment wanted nothing so much as to be alone with her a moment as much as he liked for this reason he led her without any delay down to the kitchen upon the pretext of giving her some walnuts and wine and he was no sooner there with her then he began to caress her very affectionately he would not have stopped at that if Saint Orbarosia had not inspired his good wife with the idea of seeing what he was about she found him with the pretended knees sitting on his knee she called him a debauched creature boxed his ears and forced him to beg her pardon the next day the owl resumed his previous form having heard this story the venerable canon monoye thanked Pierre Mille for having told it and taking up his pen began to write out a list of horses that would win at the next race meeting for he was a bookmakers clerk in the meantime Penguinia gloried in its wealth those who produced the things necessary for life wanted them those who did not produce them had more than enough but these, as a member of the institute said are necessary economic fatalities the great penguin people had no longer either traditions, intellectual culture, or arts the progress of civilization manifested itself among them by murderous industry infamous speculation and hideous luxury its capital assumed, as did all the great cities of the time a cosmopolitan and financial character an immense and regular ugliness reigned within it the country enjoyed perfect tranquility it had reached its zenith end of chapter nine and the end of book seven this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading is by Michael Servoie Michael.Servoie S-I-R-O-I-S dot com Penguin Island by Anatole France book eight, Future Times book eight, The Endless History and section one The Endless History literature is becoming Americanized Monsieur Danissé Andy overthrew those cities and all the plain and all the inhabitants of the cities and that which grew upon the ground Genesis nineteen twenty-five poverty has ever been familiar to Greece but virtue has been acquired having been accomplished by wisdom and firm laws Herodotus histories seven one oh two you have not seen angels then We are now beginning to study a chemistry which will deal with effects produced by bodies containing a quantity of concentrated energy, the like of which we have not yet had at our disposal. Sir William Ramsey. Section 1. The houses were never high enough to satisfy them. They kept on making them still higher and built them of thirty or forty stories. With offices, shops, banks, societies one above another, they dug cellars and tunnels ever deeper downwards. Fifteen millions of men labored in a giant town by the light of beacons which shed forth their glare both day and night. No light of heaven pierced through the smoke of the factories with which the town was girt. But sometimes the red disc of a rayless sun might be seen riding in a black firmament, through which iron bridges plowed their way, and from which there descended a continual shower of soot and cinders. It was the most industrial of all the cities in the world and the richest. Its organization seemed perfect. None of the ancient aristocratic or democratic forms remained. Everything was subordinated to the interests of the trusts. This environment gave rise to what anthropologists called the multi-millionaire type. The men of this type were at once energetic and frail, capable of great activity in forming mental combinations and of prolonged labor in offices, but men whose nervous irritability suffered from hereditary troubles which increased as time went on. Like all true aristocrats, like the patricians of Republican Rome, or the squires of Old England, these powerful men affected a great severity in their habits and customs. They were the ascetics of wealth. At the meetings of the trusts an observer would have noticed their smooth and puffy faces, their lantern cheeks, their sunken eyes and wrinkled brows. With bodies more withered, complexions yellower, lips drier, and eyes filled with a more burning fanaticism than those of the old Spanish monks, these multi-millionaires gave themselves up with an extinguishable ardor to the austerities of banking and industry. Several, denying themselves all happiness, all pleasure, and all rest, spent their miserable lives in rooms without light or air, furnished only with electrical apparatus, living on eggs and milk and sleeping on camp beds, by doing nothing except pressing nickel buttons with their fingers, these mystics heaped up riches of which they never even saw the signs and acquired the vain possibility of gratifying desires that they never experienced. The worship of wealth had its martyrs. One of these multi-millionaires, the famous Samuel Box, preferred to die rather than surrender the smallest atom of his property. One of his workmen, the victim of an accident while at work, being refused any indemnity by his employer, obtained a verdict in the courts, but repelled by innumerable obstacles of procedure, he fell into the direst poverty. Being thus reduced to despair, he succeeded by dint of cunning and audacity in confronting his employer with a loaded revolver in his hand and threatened to blow out his brains if he did not give him some assistance. Samuel Box gave nothing and let himself be killed for the sake of principle. Examples that came from high quarters are followed. Those who possessed some small capital, and they were necessarily the greater number, accepted the ideas and habits of the multi-millionaires in order that they might be classed among them. All passions which injured the increase or the preservation of wealth were regarded as dishonorable, neither indolence nor idleness nor the taste for disinterested study nor love of the arts nor above all extravagance was ever forgiven. Pity was condemned as a dangerous weakness. Whilst every inclination to a sensuousness excited public reprobation, the violent and brutal satisfaction of an appetite was, on the contrary, excused. Violence in truth was regarded as less injurious to morality since it manifested a form of social energy. The state was firmly based on two great public virtues, respect for the rich and contempt for the poor. Feeble spirits who were still moved by human suffering had no other resource than to take refuge in a hypocrisy which it was impossible to blame since it contributed to the maintenance of order and the solidity of institutions. Thus, among the rich, all were devoted to their social order or seemed to be so. All gave good examples if all did not follow them. Some felt the gravity of their position cruelly, but they endured it either from pride or from duty. Some attempted, in secret and by subterfuge, to escape from it for a moment. One of these, Edward Martin, the president of the Steel Trust, sometimes dressed himself as a poor man, went forth to beg his bread and allowed himself to be jostled by the passer's buy. One day, as he asked alms on a bridge, he engaged in a quarrel with a real beggar and filled with a fury of envy he strangled him. As they devoted their whole intelligence to business they sought no intellectual pleasures. The theatre, which had formerly been very flourishing among them, was now reduced to pantomimes and comic dances. Even the pieces in which women acted were given up, the taste for pretty forms and brilliant toilettes had been lost. The somersets of clowns and the music of negroes were preferred above them, and what roused enthusiasm was the sight of women upon the stage, whose necks were blazoned with diamonds, for processions carrying golden bars and triumph. Ladies of wealth were as much compelled as the men to lead a respectable life. According to a tendency common to all civilizations, public feelings set them up as symbols. They were by their austere magnificence to represent both the splendour of wealth and its intangible. The old habits of gallantry had been reformed, the fashionable lovers were now secretly replaced by muscular laborers or straig rooms, nevertheless scandals were rare, a foreign journey concealed nearly all of them, and the princesses of the trust remained objects of universal esteem. The rich formed only a small minority, but their collaborators who composed the entire people had been completely won over or completely subjugated by them. They formed two classes, the agents of commerce or banking, and workers in the factories. The former contributed an immense amount of work and received large salaries. Some of them succeeded in founding establishments of their own, for in the constant increase of the public wealth, the more intelligent and audacious could hope for anything. Doubtless it would have been possible to find a certain number of discontented and rebellious persons among the immense crowd of engineers and accountants, but this powerful society had imprinted its firm discipline even in the minds of its opponents. The very anarchists were laborious and regular. As for the workmen who toiled in the factories that surrounded the town, their decadence, both physical and moral, was terrible. They were examples of the type of poverty as it is set forth by anthropology. Although the development among them of certain muscles, due to the particular nature of their work, might give a false idea of their strength, they presented sure signs of morbid debility. Of low stature, with small heads and narrow chests, they were further distinguished from the comfortable classes by a multitude of physiological anomalies, and in particular by a common want of symmetry between the head and the limbs. And they were destined to a gradual and continuous degeneration, for the state made soldiers of the more robust among them, and the health of these did not long withstand the brothels and the drink shops that sprang up around their barracks. The proletarians became more and more feeble in mind. The continued weakening of their intellectual faculties was not entirely due to their manner of life. It resulted also from a methodical selection carried out by the employers. The latter, fearing that workmen of too great ability might be inclined to put forward legitimate demands, took care to eliminate them by every possible means, and preferred to engage ignorant and stupid laborers who were incapable of defending their rights, but were yet intelligent enough to perform their toil, which highly perfected machines rendered extremely simple. Thus the proletarians were unable to do anything to improve their lot. With difficulty did they succeed by means of strikes and maintaining the rate of their wages. Even this means began to fail them. The alternations of production inherent in the capitalist system caused such cessations of work that in several branches of industry, as soon as a strike was declared, the accumulation of products allowed the employers to dispense with the strikers. In a word, these miserable employees were plunged in a gloomy apathy that nothing enlightened and nothing exasperated. They were necessary instruments for the social order and well adapted to their purpose. Upon the whole, the social order seemed the most firmly established that had yet been seen, at least among humankind, for that of bees and ants is incomparably more stable. Nothing could foreshadow the ruin of a system founded on what is strongest in human nature, pride and cupidity. However, keen observers discovered several grounds for uneasiness. The most certain, although the least apparent, were of an economic order and consisted in the continually increasing amount of overproduction, which entailed long and cruel interruptions of labor, though these were, it is true, utilized by the manufacturers as a means of breaking the power of the workmen by facing them with the prospect of a lockout. A more obvious peril resulted from the physiological state of almost the entire population. Their health of the poor is what it must be, said the experts in hygiene, but that of the rich leaves much to be desired. It was not difficult to find the causes of this. The supply of oxygen necessary for life was insufficient in the city, and men breathed in an artificial air. The food trusts by means of the most daring chemical synthesis produced artificial wines, meat, milk, fruit and vegetables, and the diet thus imposed gave rise to stomach and brain troubles. The multimillionaires were bald at the age of 18. Some showed from time to time a dangerous weakness of mind. Overstrung and enfeebled, they gave enormous sums to ignorant charlatans, and it was a common thing for some bath attendant or other trumpery, who turned healer or prophet, to make a rapid fortune by the practice of medicine or theology. The number of lunatics increased continually. Suicides multiplied in the world of wealth, and many of them were accompanied by atrocious and extraordinary circumstances which bore witness to an unheard of perversion of intelligence and sensibility. Another fatal symptom created a strong impression upon average minds, terrible accidents, henceforth a periodical and regular entered into people's calculations and kept mounting higher and higher in statistical tables. Every day machines burst into fragments, houses fell down, trains laden with merchandise fell onto the streets, demolishing entire buildings and crushing hundreds of passers-by. Through the ground, honeycombed with tunnels, two or three stories of workshops would often crash, engulfing all those who worked in them. CHAPTER VIII. In the southwestern district of the city, on an eminence which had preserved its ancient name of Fort St. Michel, there stretched a square where some old trees still spread their exhausted arms above the Greensburg. Landscape gardeners had constructed a cascade, grottoes, a torrent, a lake and an island on its northern slope. From this side one could see the whole town with its streets, its boulevards, its squares, the multitude of its roofs and domes, its air passages and its crowds of men covered with a veil of silence and seemingly enchanted by the distance. The square was the healthiest place in the capital. Here no smoke obscured the sky, and children were brought here to play. In summer some employees from the neighboring offices and laboratories used to resort to it for a moment after their luncheons, but they did not disturb its solitude and peace. It was owing to this custom that one day in June, about midday, a telegraph clerk, Caroline Meslier, came and sat down on a bench at the end of a terrace. In order to refresh her eyes by the sight of a little green, she turned her back to the town. Dark, with brown eyes, robust and placid, Caroline appeared to be from twenty-five to twenty-eight years of age. Almost immediately, a clerk in the electricity trust, George Clare, took his place beside her. Fair, thin and supple, he had features of a feminine delicacy. He was scarcely older than she, and looked still younger. As they met almost every day in this place, a comradeship had sprung up between them, and they enjoyed chatting together, but their conversation had never been tender, affectionate, or even intimate. Caroline, although it happened to her in the past to repent of her confidence, might perhaps have been less reserved, had not George Clare always shown himself extremely restrained in his expressions and behavior. He always gave a purely intellectual character to the conversation, keeping it within the realm of general ideas, and moreover, expressing himself on all subjects with the greatest freedom. He spoke frequently of the organization of society and the conditions of labor. Wealth, said he, is one of the means of living happily, but people have made it the sole end of existence. And this state of things seemed monstrous to both of them. They returned continually to various scientific subjects with which they were both familiar. On that day they discussed the evolution of chemistry. From the moment, said Clare, that radium seemed to be transformed into helium, people ceased to affirm the immutability of simple bodies. In this way, all those old laws about simple relations and about the indestructibility of matter were abolished. However, said she, chemical laws exist, for being a woman she had need of belief. He resumed carelessly, now that we can procure radium in sufficient quantities, science possesses incomparable means of analysis. Even at present we get glimpses within what are called simple bodies, of extremely diversified complex ones, and we discover energies in matter which seem to increase even by reason of its tenuity. As they talked, they threw bits of bread to the birds, and some children played around them. Passing from one subject to another, this hill, in the quaternary epic, said Clare, was inhabited by wild horses. Last year as they were tunneling for the water mains, they found a layer of the bones of primeval horses. She was anxious to know whether, at that distant epic, man had yet appeared. He told her that man used to hunt the primeval horse long before he tried to domesticate him. Man, he added, was at first a hunter, then he became a shepherd, a cultivator, a manufacturer, and these diverse civilizations succeeded each other at intervals of time that the mind cannot conceive. He took out his watch. Caroline asked if it was already time to go back to the office. He said it was not, that it was scarcely half past twelve. A little girl was making mud pies at the foot of their bench, a little boy of seven or eight years was playing in front of them. Whilst his mother was sewing on an adjoining bench, he played all alone at being a runaway horse, and with that power of illusion of which children are capable, he imagined that he was at the same time the horse and those who ran after him and those who fled in terror before him. He kept struggling with himself and shouting, Stop him! Hey, hey! This is an awful horse. He's got the bit between his teeth. Caroline asked the question, do you think that men were happy formerly? Her companion answered, they suffered less when they were younger. They acted like that little boy, they played. They played at arts, at virtues, at vices, at heroism, at beliefs, at pleasures. They had illusions which entertained them. They made a noise, they amused themselves, but now he interrupted himself and looked again at his watch. The child, who was running, struck his foot against the little girl's pale and fell his full length on the gravel. He remained a moment stretched out motionless, then raised himself up on the palms of his hands. His forehead puckered, his mouth opened and he burst into tears. His mother ran up, but Caroline had lifted him from the ground and was wiping his eyes and mouth with her handkerchief. The child kept on sobbing, and Claire took him in his arms. Come, don't cry, my little man, I'm going to tell you a story. A fisherman once threw his net into the sea, and drew out a little-sealed copper pot, which he opened with his knife. Smoke came out of it, and as it mounted up to the clouds the smoke grew thicker and thicker and became a giant, who gave such a terrible yawn that the whole world was blown to dust. Claire stopped himself, gave a dry laugh, and handed the child back to his mother, that he took out his watch again, and kneeling on the bench with his elbows resting on its back he gazed at the town. As far as the eye could reach, the multitude of houses stood out in their tiny immensity. The child then turned her eyes in the same direction. What splendid weather it is, said she. The sun's rays changed the smoke on the horizon into gold. The worst thing about civilization is that it deprives one of the light of day. He did not answer. His looks remained fixed on a place in the town. After some seconds of silence they saw, about a half a mile away, in the richer district on the other side of the river, a sort of tragic fog rearing itself upwards. A moment afterwards an explosion was heard even where they were sitting, and an immense tree of smoke mounted towards the pure sky. Little by little the air was filled with an imperceptible murmur caused by the shouts of thousands of men. Cries burst forth quite close to the square. What has been blown up? The bewilderment was great, for although accidents were common, such a violent explosion as this one had never been seen, and everybody perceived that something terribly strange had happened. Attempts were made to locate the place of the incident. Districts, streets, different buildings, clubs, theaters, and shops were mentioned. Information gradually became more precise, and at last the truth was known. The steel trust has just been blown up. Claire put his watch back into his pocket. Caroline looked at him closely, and her eyes filled with astonishment. At last she whispered in his ear, Did you know it? Were you expecting it? Was it you? He answered very calmly, That town ought to be destroyed. She replied in a gentle and thoughtful tone, I think so too. And both of them returned quietly to their work. And of Book 8, Section 2. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa, Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S dot com. Penguin Island by Anatole, France. Book 8, Future Times. Book 8, Section 3. From that day onward, anarchist attempts followed one another every week without interruption. The victims were numerous, and almost all of them belonged to the poorer classes. These crimes roused public resentment. It was among domestic servants, hotel keepers, and the employees of such small shops as the trusts still allowed to exist that indignation burst forth most vehemently. In popular districts, women might be heard demanding unusual punishments for the dynamite hards. They were called by this old name, although it was hardly appropriate to them since to these unknown chemists, dynamite was an innocent material only fit to destroy ant hills, and they considered it mere child's plague to explode nitroglycerin with a cartridge made of fulminative mercury. Business ceased suddenly, and those who were least rich were the first to feel the effects. They spoke of doing justice themselves to the anarchists. In the meantime, the factory workers remained hostile or indifferent to violent action. They were threatened as a result of the decline of business with the likelihood of losing their work or even a lockout in all the factories. The Federation of Trade Unions proposed a general strike as the most powerful means of influencing the employers and the best aid that could be given to the revolutionists, but all the trades with the exception of the gliders refused to cease work. The police made numerous arrests. Troops, summoned from all parts of the National Federation, protected the offices of the trusts, the houses of the multi-millionaires, the public halls, the banks, and the big shops. A fortnight passed without a single explosion, and it was concluded that the dynamite hards, in all probability, but a handful of persons, perhaps even still fewer, had all been killed or captured or that they were in hiding or had taken flight. Confidence returned. It returned at first among the poorer classes. Two or three hundred thousand soldiers who had been lodged in the most closely populated districts stimulated trade and people began to cry out for the raw of the army. The rich, who had not been so quick to take alarm, were reassured more slowly, but at the stock exchange, a group of bulls spread optimistic rumors and by a powerful effort put a break upon the fallen prices. Business improved, newspapers with big circulations supported the movement. With patriotic eloquence, they depicted capital as laughing in its impregnable position at the assaults of a few dastardly criminals and public wealth maintaining its serene ascendancy in spite of the vain threats made against it. They were sincere in their attitude, though at the same time they found it benefited them. Outrages were forgotten or their occurrence denied. On Sundays at the race meetings, the stands were adorned by women covered with pearls and diamonds. It was observed with joy that the capitalists had not suffered. Cheers were given for the multimillionaires in the saddling rooms. On the following day, the Southern Railway Station, the Petroleum Trust and the huge church built at the expense of Thomas Morsale were all blown up. 30 houses were in flames and the beginning of a fire was discovered at the docks. The firemen showed amazing intrepidity and zeal. They managed their tall fire escapes with automatic precision and climbed as high as 30 stories to rescue the luckless inhabitants from the flames. The soldiers performed their duties with spirit and were given a double ration of coffee, but these fresh casualties started to panic. Millions of people who wanted to take their money with them and leave the town at once crowded the great banking houses. These establishments, after paying out money for three days, closed their doors amid mutterings of a riot. A crowd of fugitives laden with their baggage besieged the railway stations and took the town by storm. Many who were anxious to lay in a stock of provisions and take refuge in the cellars attacked the grocery stores although they were guarded by soldiers with fixed bayonets. The public authorities displayed energy, numerous arrests were made and thousands of warrants issued against suspected persons. During the three weeks that followed no outrage was committed. There was a rumor that bombs had been found in the opera house, in the cellars of the town hall, and beside one of the pillars of the stock exchange, but it was soon known that these were boxes of sweets that had been put in those places by practical chokers or lunatics. One of the accused, when questioned by a magistrate, declared that he was the chief author of the explosions and said that all his accomplices had lost their lives. These confessions were published by the newspapers and helped to reassure public opinion. It was only towards the close of the examination that the magistrates saw they had to deal with a pretender who was in no way connected with any of the crimes. The experts chosen by the courts discovered nothing that enabled them to determine the engine employed in the work of destruction. According to their conjectures, the new explosive emanated from a gas which radium evolves, and it was supposed that electric waves produced by a special type of oscillator were propagated through space and thus caused the explosion, but even the ableist chemist could say nothing precise or certain. At last, two policemen who were passing in front of the Hotel Meyer found on the pavement close to a ventilator, an egg made of white metal and provided with a capsule at each end. They picked it up carefully and on the orders of their chief carried it to the municipal laboratory. Scarcely had the experts assembled to examine it, then the egg burst and blew up the amphitheater and the dome. All the experts perished and with them, Colin, the general of the artillery and the famous professor T. Gray. The capitalist society did not allow itself to be daunted by this fresh disaster. The great banks reopened their doors declaring that they would meet demands partly in bullion and partly in paper money guaranteed by the state. The stock exchange and the trade exchange in spite of the complete cessation of business decided not to suspend their sittings. In the meantime, the magisterial investigation into the case of those who had been first accused had come to an end. Perhaps the evidence brought against them might have appeared insufficient under other circumstances, but the zeal both of the magistrates and the public made up for this insufficiency. On the eve of the day fixed for the trial, the courts of justice were blown up and 800 people were killed, the greater number of them being judges and lawyers. A furious crowd broke into the prison and lynched the prisoners. The troops sent to restore order were received with showers of stones and revolver shots, several soldiers being dragged from their horses and trampled under foot. The soldiers fired on the mob and many persons were killed. At last the public authorities succeeded in establishing tranquility. Next day the bank was blown up. From that time onwards unheard of things took place. The factory workers who had refused to strike rushed in crowds into the town and set fire to the houses. Entire regiments led by their officers joined the workmen, went with them through the town singing revolutionary hymns and took barrels of petroleum from the docks with which to feed the fires. Explosions were continual. One morning a monstrous tree of smoke like the ghost of a huge palm tree half a mile in height rose above the giant telegraph hall which suddenly fell into a complete ruin. Whilst half the town was in flames, the other half pursued its accustomed life. In the mornings milk pails could be heard jingling in the dairy carts. In a deserted avenue some old nappy might be seen seated against a wall slowly eating hunks of bread with perhaps a little meat. Almost all the presidents of the trusts remained at their posts. Some of them performed their duty with heroic simplicity. Raphael Box, the son of a martyred multimillionaire was blown up as he was presiding at the general meeting of the sugar trust. He was given a magnificent funeral and the procession on its way to the cemetery had to climb six times over piles of ruin or cross upon planks over the uprooted roads. The ordinary helpers of the rich, the clerks, employees, brokers and agents preserved an unshaken fidelity. The surviving clerks of the bank that had been blown up made their way along the ruined streets through the midst of smoking houses to hand in their bills of exchange and several were swallowed up in the flames while endeavoring to present their receipts. Nevertheless, any illusion concerning the state of affairs was impossible. The enemy was master of the town. Instead of silence the noise of explosions was now continuous and produced an insurmountable feeling of horror. The lighting apparatus having been destroyed, the city was plunged in darkness all through the night and appalling crimes were committed. The populace districts alone, having suffered the least, still preserved measures of protection. They were paraded by patrols of volunteers who shot the robbers and at every street corner one stumbled over a body lying in a pool of blood, the hands bound behind the back, a handkerchief over the face and a placard pinned upon the breast. It became impossible to clear away the ruins or to bury the dead. Soon the stench from the corpses became intolerable. Epidemics raged and caused innumerable deaths while they also rendered the survivors feeble and listless. Famine carried off almost all who were left. 101 days after the first outrage whilst six army corps with field artillery and siege artillery were marching at night into the poorest quarter of the city, Caroline and Claire holding each other's hands were watching from the roof of a lofty house, the only one still left standing but now surrounded by smoke and flame. Joyous songs ascended from the street where the crowd was dancing in delirium. Tomorrow it will be ended, said the man, and it will be better. The young woman, her hair loosened and her face shining with the reflection of the flames gazed with a pious joy at the circle of fire that was growing closer around them. It will be better, said she also, and throwing herself into the destroyer's arms she pressed a passionate kiss upon his lips. End of Book 8, Section 3. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading is by Michael Sirwa, Michael.Sirwa, S-I-R-O-I-S, dot com. Penguin Island by Anatole, France. Book 8, Future Times. Book 8, Section 4. The other towns of the Federation also suffered from disturbances and outbreaks, and then order was restored. Reforms were introduced into institutions, and great changes took place in habits and customs, but the country never recovered the loss of its capital and never regained its former prosperity. Commerce and industry dwindled away, and civilization abandoned those countries which for so long it had preferred to all others. They became insolubrious and sterile. The territory that had supported so many millions of men became nothing more than a desert. On the hill of Fort St. Michelle, wild horses cropped the coarse grass. Days flowed by like water from the fountains, and the centuries passed like drops falling from the ends of stalactites. Hunters came to chase the bears upon the hills that covered the forgotten city. Shepherds led their flocks upon them. Laborers turned up the soil with their plows. Gardeners cultivated their lettuces and grafted their pear trees. They were not rich, and they had no arts. The walls of their cabins were covered with old vines and roses. A goatskin clothed their tanned limbs while their wives dressed themselves with the wool that they themselves had spun. The goat herds molded little figures of men and animals out of clay, or sang songs about the young girl who follows her lover through the woods or among the browsing goats, while the pine trees whisper together and the water utters its murmuring sound. The master of the house grew angry with the beetles who devoured his figs. He plants snares to protect his fowls from the velvet-tailed fox, and he poured out wine for his neighbors saying, drink, the flies have not spoiled my vintage, and the vines were dry before they came. Then in the course of ages, the wealth of the villages and the corn that filled the fields were pillaged by barbarian invaders. The country changed its masters several times. The conquerors built castles upon the hills, cultivation increased, mills, forges, tanneries, and looms were established. Roads were opened through the woods and over the marshes. The river was covered with boats. The hamlets became large villages and joining together formed a town which protected itself by deep trenches and lofty walls. Later becoming the capital of a great state, it found itself straightened within its now useless ramparts and it converted them into grass-covered walks. It grew very rich and large beyond measure. The houses were never high enough to satisfy the people. They kept on making them still higher and built them of 30 or 40 stories with offices, shops, banks, societies, one above another. They dug cellars and tunnels ever deeper downwards. 15 millions of men labored in the giant town. 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