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You
must
have
French
'
comediennes
'
and
'
danseuses
'
to
please
the
British
taste
,
and
your
silken
draperies
must
be
woven
on
French
looms
.
Lately
too
,
it
has
been
deemed
necessary
to
import
Parisian
morality
as
well
as
Parisian
fashions
.
It
does
not
suit
stalwart
Great
Britain
at
all
,
you
know
--
stalwart
Great
Britain
,
aping
the
manners
of
Paris
,
looks
like
a
jolly
open-faced
,
sturdy-limbed
Giant
,
with
a
doll
's
bonnet
stuck
on
his
leonine
head
.
But
the
doll
's
bonnet
is
just
now
la
mode
.
Some
day
I
believe
the
Giant
will
discover
it
looks
ridiculous
,
and
cast
it
off
with
a
burst
of
genuine
laughter
at
his
own
temporary
folly
.
And
without
it
,
he
will
resume
his
original
dignity
;
--
the
dignity
that
best
becomes
a
privileged
conqueror
who
has
the
sea
for
his
standing-army
.
"
"
Evidently
you
like
England
!
"
I
said
smiling
.
He
laughed
.
"
Not
in
the
very
least
!
I
do
not
like
England
any
more
than
any
other
country
on
the
globe
.
I
do
not
like
the
globe
itself
;
and
England
comes
in
for
a
share
of
my
aversion
as
one
of
the
spots
on
the
trumpery
ball
.
If
I
could
have
my
way
,
I
should
like
to
throne
myself
on
a
convenient
star
for
the
purpose
and
kick
out
at
Earth
as
she
whirls
by
in
space
,
hoping
by
that
act
of
just
violence
to
do
away
with
her
for
ever
!
"
"
But
why
?
"
I
asked
,
amused
--
"
Why
do
you
hate
the
Earth
?
What
has
the
poor
little
planet
done
to
merit
your
abhorrence
?
"
He
looked
at
me
very
strangely
.
"
Shall
I
tell
you
?
You
will
never
believe
me
!
"
"
No
matter
for
that
!
"
I
answered
smiling
--
"
Say
on
!
"
"
What
has
the
poor
little
planet
done
?
"
he
repeated
slowly
--
"
The
poor
little
planet
has
done
--
nothing
.
But
it
is
what
the
gods
have
done
with
this
same
poor
little
planet
,
that
awakens
my
anger
and
scorn
.
They
have
made
it
a
living
sphere
of
wonders
--
endowed
it
with
beauty
borrowed
from
the
fairest
corners
of
highest
Heaven
--
decked
it
with
flowers
and
foliage
--
taught
it
music
--
the
music
of
birds
and
torrents
and
rolling
waves
and
falling
rains
--
rocked
it
gently
in
clear
ether
,
among
such
light
as
blinds
the
eyes
of
mortals
--
guided
it
out
of
chaos
,
through
clouds
of
thunder
and
barbëd
shafts
of
lightning
,
to
circle
peacefully
in
its
appointed
orbit
,
lit
on
the
one
hand
by
the
vivid
splendours
of
the
sun
,
and
on
the
other
by
the
sleepy
radiance
of
the
moon
;
--
and
more
than
all
this
,
they
have
invested
it
with
a
Divine
Soul
in
man
!
Oh
,
you
may
disbelieve
as
you
will
--
but
notwithstanding
the
pigmy
peeps
earth
takes
at
the
vast
and
eternal
ocean
of
Science
,
the
Soul
is
here
,
and
all
the
immortal
forces
with
it
and
around
it
!
Nay
,
the
gods
--
I
speak
in
the
plural
,
after
the
fashion
of
the
ancient
Greeks
--
for
to
my
thinking
there
are
many
gods
emanating
from
the
Supreme
Deity
--
the
gods
,
I
say
,
have
so
insisted
on
this
fact
,
that
One
of
them
has
walked
the
earth
in
human
guise
,
solely
for
the
sake
of
emphasizing
the
truth
of
Immortality
to
these
frail
creatures
of
seemingly
perishable
clay
!
For
this
I
hate
the
planet
;
--
were
there
not
,
and
are
there
not
,
other
and
far
grander
worlds
that
a
God
should
have
chosen
to
dwell
on
than
this
one
!
"
