Sunday 30 January 2022

Etching of the Day


The Distinguished Stranger by Robert Louis Stevenson, illustration by E. R. Herman. [Click to enlarge]

Once upon a time there came to this earth a visitor from a neighbouring planet. And he was met at the place of his descent by a great philosopher, who was to show him everything.

First of all they came through a wood, and the stranger looked upon the trees. "Whom have we here?" said he.

"These are only vegetables," said the philosopher. "They are alive, but not at all interesting."

"I don't know about that," said the stranger. "They seem to have very good manners. Do they never speak?"

"They lack the gift," said the philosopher.

"Yet I think I hear them sing," said the other.

"That is only the wind among the leaves," said the philosopher. "I will explain to you the theory of winds: it is very interesting."

"Well," said the stranger, "I wish I knew what they are thinking."

"They cannot think," said the philosopher.

"I don't know about that," returned the stranger: and then laying his hand upon a trunk: "I like these people," said he.

"They are not people at all," said the philosopher. "Come along."

Next they came through a meadow where there were cows.

"These are very dirty people," said the stranger.

"They are not people at all," said the philosopher; and he explained what a cow is in scientific words which I have forgotten.

"That is all one to me," said the stranger. "But why do they never look up?"

"Because they are graminivorous," said the philosopher; "and to live upon grass, which is not highly nutritious, requires so close an attention to business that they have no time to think, or speak, or look at the scenery, or keep themselves clean."

"Well," said the stranger, "that is one way to live, no doubt. But I prefer the people with the green heads."

Next they came into a city, and the streets were full of men and women.

"These are very odd people," said the stranger.

"They are the people of the greatest nation in the world," said the philosopher.

"Are they indeed?" said the stranger. "They scarcely look so."

6 comments:

  1. Love the etching. We all have the potential to be a vegetable... does that count in our favor?

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    1. "We are not people at all," said the philosopher. "Come along."

      Jx

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  2. Wow! This is pretty deep. Not your usual fare...Should I send Nursey over with a thermometer? "Emmm Jaaaay I think we need you here!"

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    1. “Camp exists in the smirk of the beholder” - Thomas B. Hess

      Jx

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  3. Beautiful story.

    Was Robert Louis Stephenson camp though? I keep confusing him with the steam engine guy

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  4. He wrote Treasure Island (Long John Silver, the Black Spot, Ben Gunn and all that), and when he went for a long walk in the Cévennes with a donkey to carry his luggage, he packed and egg whisk. Was he camp? Ever so slightly.

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