| Author: | Robert Louis Stevenson | ISBN: | 1230002261881 |
| Publisher: | BookLife | Publication: | April 9, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Robert Louis Stevenson |
| ISBN: | 1230002261881 |
| Publisher: | BookLife |
| Publication: | April 9, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
After the 32nd chapter of Treasure Island, two of the puppets strolled out to have a pipe before business should begin again, and met in an open place not far from the story.
"Good–morning, Cap'n," said the first, with a man–o'–war salute, and a beaming countenance.
"Ah, Silver!" grunted the other. "You're in a bad way, Silver."
"Now, Cap'n Smollett," remonstrated Silver, "dooty is dooty, as I knows, and none better; but we're off dooty now; and I can't see no call to keep up the morality business."
"You're a damned rogue, my man," said the Captain.
"Come, come, Cap'n, be just," returned the other. "There's no call to be angry with me in earnest. I'm on'y a chara'ter in a sea story. I don't really exist."
"Well, I don't really exist either," says the Captain, "which seems to meet that."
"I wouldn't set no limits to what a virtuous chara'ter might consider argument," responded Silver. "But I'm the villain of this tale, I am; and speaking as one sea–faring man to another, what I want to know is, what's the odds?"
"Were you never taught your catechism?" said the Captain. "Don't you know there's such a thing as an Author?"
"Such a thing as a Author?" returned John, derisively. "And who better'n me? And the p'int is, if the Author made you, he made Long John, and he made Hands, and Pew, and George Merry—not that George is up to much, for he's little more'n a name; and he made Flint, what there is of him; and he made this here mutiny, you keep such a work about; and he had Tom Redruth shot; and—well, if that's a Author, give me Pew!"
After the 32nd chapter of Treasure Island, two of the puppets strolled out to have a pipe before business should begin again, and met in an open place not far from the story.
"Good–morning, Cap'n," said the first, with a man–o'–war salute, and a beaming countenance.
"Ah, Silver!" grunted the other. "You're in a bad way, Silver."
"Now, Cap'n Smollett," remonstrated Silver, "dooty is dooty, as I knows, and none better; but we're off dooty now; and I can't see no call to keep up the morality business."
"You're a damned rogue, my man," said the Captain.
"Come, come, Cap'n, be just," returned the other. "There's no call to be angry with me in earnest. I'm on'y a chara'ter in a sea story. I don't really exist."
"Well, I don't really exist either," says the Captain, "which seems to meet that."
"I wouldn't set no limits to what a virtuous chara'ter might consider argument," responded Silver. "But I'm the villain of this tale, I am; and speaking as one sea–faring man to another, what I want to know is, what's the odds?"
"Were you never taught your catechism?" said the Captain. "Don't you know there's such a thing as an Author?"
"Such a thing as a Author?" returned John, derisively. "And who better'n me? And the p'int is, if the Author made you, he made Long John, and he made Hands, and Pew, and George Merry—not that George is up to much, for he's little more'n a name; and he made Flint, what there is of him; and he made this here mutiny, you keep such a work about; and he had Tom Redruth shot; and—well, if that's a Author, give me Pew!"
