Drilling the King

ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately¹故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously² drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:

"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy⁵不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid⁷肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks⁸ of poverty, misery⁹, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness¹⁰ out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."

The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.

"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor¹¹, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains¹², the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion¹³ perfect, except that it don't delude¹⁴."

"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"

"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony¹⁵ ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."

After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:

"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost¹⁶ the head of the house."

The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:

"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."

"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."

"In what lacketh it?"

"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."

"Nay¹⁷, is that true?"

"Yes; only those above them call them so."

"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."

"No-no; for he may be a freeman."

"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."

"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."

"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"

"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."

"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."

"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."

The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once. #p#分页标题#e#

"Would YOU have a seat also -- and sit?"

"If I did not sit, the man would perceive that we were only pretending to be equals -- and playing the deception¹⁸ pretty poorly, too."

"It is well and truly said! How wonderful is truth, come it in whatsoever¹⁹ unexpected form it may! Yes, he must bring out seats and food for both, and in serving us present not ewer²⁰ and napkin with more show of respect to the one than to the other."

"And there is even yet a detail that needs correcting. He must bring nothing outside; we will go in -- in among the dirt, and possibly other repulsive²¹ things, -- and take the food with the household, and after the fashion of the house, and all on equal terms, except the man be of the serf class; and finally, there will be no ewer and no napkin, whether he be serf or free. Please walk again, my liege. There -- it is better -- it is the best yet; but not perfect. The shoulders have known no ignobler burden than iron mail, and they will not stoop."

"Give me, then, the bag. I will learn the spirit that goeth with burdens that have not honor. It is the spirit that stoopeth the shoulders, I ween, and not the weight; for armor is heavy, yet it is a proud burden, and a man standeth straight in it......Nay, but me no buts, offer me no objections. I will have the thing. Strap²² it upon my back."

He was complete now with that knapsack on, and looked as little like a king as any man I had ever seen. But it was an obstinate²³ pair of shoulders; they could not seem to learn the trick of stooping with any sort of deceptive²⁴ naturalness. The drill went on, I prompting and correcting:

"Now, make believe you are in debt, and eaten up by relentless²⁵ creditors²⁶; you are out of work -- which is horse-shoeing, let us say -- and can get none; and your wife is sick, your children are crying because they are hungry --"

And so on, and so on. I drilled him as representing in turn all sorts of people out of luck and suffering dire²⁷ privations and misfortunes. But lord, it was only just words, words -- they meant nothing in the world to him, I might just as well have whistled. Words realize nothing, vivify nothing to you, unless you have suffered in your own person the thing which the words try to describe. There are wise people who talk ever so knowingly and complacently²⁸ about "the working classes," and satisfy themselves that a day's hard intellectual work is very much harder than a day's hard manual toil²⁹, and is righteously entitled to much bigger pay. Why, they really think that, you know, because they know all about the one, but haven't tried the other. But I know all about both; and so far as I am concerned, there isn't money enough in the universe to hire me to swing a pickaxe thirty days, but I will do the hardest kind of intellectual work for just as near nothing as you can cipher³⁰ it down -- and I will be satisfied, too.

Intellectual "work" is misnamed; it is a pleasure, a dissipation, and is its own highest reward. The poorest paid architect, engineer, general, author, sculptor³¹, painter, lecturer, advocate, legislator, actor, preacher, singer is constructively³² in heaven when he is at work; and as for the musician with the fiddle-bow in his hand who sits in the midst of a great orchestra with the ebbing³³ and flowing tides of divine sound washing over him -- why, certainly, he is at work, if you wish to call it that, but lord, it's a sarcasm³⁴ just the same. The law of work does seem utterly³⁵ unfair -- but there it is, and nothing can change it: the higher the pay in enjoyment³⁶ the worker gets out of it, the higher shall be his pay in cash, also. And it's also the very law of those transparent³⁷ swindles, transmissible nobility and kingship.