The 1926 satirical sf novel King Goshawk and the Birds, by Irish playwright and novelist Eimar O’Duffy, is set in a future world devastated by progress. When King Goshawk, the supreme ruler among a caste of “king capitalists,” buys up all the wildflowers and songbirds, an aghast Dublin philosopher travels via the astral plane to Tír na nÓg. First the mythical Irish hero Cúchulainn, then his son Cuanduine, travel to Earth in order to combat the king capitalists. Thirty-five years before the hero of Robert Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land, these well-meaning aliens discover that cultural forms and norms are the most effective barrier to social or economic revolution.
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Chapter 4: Cuanduine reads a Newspaper
The Philosopher’s attic had not changed much in the years that had passed, save that it was grown older and the rent higher. The old man had a new suit of clothes waiting for Cuanduine, of a nice pattern of tweed, and fashionably cut, with snow-white shirt and tie of poplin. When he was dressed in these the Philosopher served them a breakfast of milk and bread and cheese, as he had done before when Cúchulainn came to Earth; after which he offered the young man a newspaper, and himself opened another.
“What is this?” asked Cuanduine.
“That,” said the Philosopher, “is one of the marvels of human civilisation.” Cuanduine turned the newspaper over in his hands; looked at it right way up, wrong way up, and sideways; opened it and counted the pages; and finally looked at the Philosopher with an expression of bewilderment on his godlike countenance.
“It is called a newspaper,” the Philosopher explained. “In it is written down the news of all the things that happened yesterday in the world: and to-morrow I shall get another which will relate all that happened to-day.”
“But how,” asked Cuanduine, “can the truth be ascertained in so short a time?”
“I did not say that it told the truth,” replied the Philosopher. “I only said it told the news.”
Then Cuanduine began to read aloud from the newspaper: “‘Social and Personal. King Goshawk gave a garden party at Tuscaloosa yesterday…. The Duke of Dudborough is fifty-one to-day.’ Who is the Duke of Dudborough?”
“I don’t know,” said the Philosopher.
Cuanduine held his peace after that. These are some of the things he read:
Mr. Cyrus Q. Moneybags has had to cancel his European trip owing to an attack of leprosy.
Miss Dinkie Filmy has recovered from her fit of the blues, and has consented to resume her part in the great film “Kisses of Fire,” the production of which will now proceed.
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When King Henry was driving down the Strand yesterday, a sudden breeze almost blew the royal hat from the royal head. Nothing daunted, his Majesty caught the royal brim with the royal fingers, and by this display of royal resourcefulness saved an awkward situation.
Prince Reggie, son and heir of the Jute King, is renowned for his sense of humour. The other day his Highness paid a surprise visit to one of his father’s slums in Liverpool. As soon as his presence was known, dense crowds came swarming round to feast their eyes on his princely countenance. “They look like sardines in a box,” remarked the Prince to an aide-de-camp. Screams of laughter greeted this ready sally.
Lord Puddlehead, who died last Monday, was almost as distinguished in the field of sport as in that of politics. His greatest kill was on his own estate at Puddlington about five years ago, when he shot 850 brace of pheasants in a day. But his performance in Scotland last year runs it close. On that occasion he shot 3600 head of grouse in five days, an average of 690 per day. Altogether over one million birds and beasts have fallen to his gun during his amazingly active life.
AIRMAN DONE TO DEATH IN JUNGULAY
A murder of a peculiarly dastardly character was perpetrated to-day by tribesmen in the neighbourhood of Jhamjhar, Jungulay. The victim was Lieut. Derek Blacktan, an officer in King Goshawk’s Air Force stationed at Brahmbuhl Jhelli. Entirely unarmed save for a loaded revolver, he happened to be strolling in the vicinity of Jhamjhar, when he was set upon by three natives and beaten to death. The village had been bombed from the air a few days before, and it is believed that the assassination was an act of vengeance. Reprisals are already in preparation.
LAMBIAN REPLY TO THE WOLFIAN NOTE
The reply of the Lambian Government to the Wolfian Note demanding reparation for the alleged negligence of a Lambian lighterman in damaging the paint of a Wolfian steamer in Micropolis harbour last week, was delivered here this morning. The Wolfian Note, it will be remembered, embodied the following demands:
- The Lambian Government to send a grovelling apology to the Wolfian Government.
- The guilty lighterman, or, if he cannot be discovered, any other Lambian lighterman, to be executed at once without trial, and the trade of lighter-manship to be suppressed in Lambia.
- The Lambian flag to be lowered seven times on all public buildings in Micropolis whenever a Wolfian citizen passes by.
- All citizens of Lambia to prostrate themselves for five minutes at sight of a Wolfian citizen.
- Lambia to pay an indemnity of £900,000,000,000 in three yearly instalments.
- The members of the Lambian Cabinet, and the Committee of the Lambian Lightermen’s Union, to proceed at once to Wolfopolis and publicly prostrate themselves before Nervolini, the Wolfian Dictator, afterwards accepting his boot in the part prescribed in the Annex.
The Lambian reply is understood to accede to all these demands, with the exception of No. 6. It also asks that the period for the payment of the indemnity be extended to five years.
The Wolfian fleet has already put to sea in readiness for any eventuality.
It is reported that the Wolfian fleet has been sighted off Micronetta.
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It is understood that the soccer match between Wondrous Wanderers and Sturdy Stickers has been cancelled owing to the refusal of the latter team to play for less than £5000 per man. The Wanderers had contracted for £3500.
A record entry is expected for the Amateur Golf Championship, £1000 having been guaranteed to each competitor. There is a rumour, however, that Mr. Niblick, the present holder, will refuse to play unless guaranteed £20,000, win, lose, or draw.
Yesterday’s great fight between Bruiser Burke and Slogger Samson for the Middleweight Championship of the World was a magnificent display of fistic talent. Every precaution had been taken to ensure a genuine contest. A sum of one million pounds was to be divided equally between the combatants on condition that the fight should last at least ten rounds, that a full pint of blood should be spilt, and that not less than two eyes should be completely bunged. In addition, the winner was to receive a further quarter of a million, and the loser a further four hundred thousand. The result was highly satisfactory. After six rounds each man had a darkened peeper, and in the eighth the referee announced that the blood-measure was full. The next two rounds were uneventful, but as the gong sounded for the eleventh, every nerve in the vast audience was tense with excitement. The two bruisers faced each other for a moment. Then simultaneously each tipped the chin of the other with his left, and, quick as lightning, flung himself backwards on the floor. Burke, being the heavier man, reached it first, and was accordingly declared the loser. Frantic cheering greeted the result. The blood was subsequently auctioned, and was knocked down at £120, which will be divided equally between the pugilists.
Bashing Burton has declared himself ready to accept £2,000,000 as a preliminary fee for discussing the conditions under which he might be prepared to fight Kid Coffey for the Heavyweight Championship, without prejudice to his right to refuse to fight him on any conditions.
A general strike is threatened in British coal mines as a result of the proposed cut of two shillings per week in wages. The Coal Trust have issued a statement that it will be impossible to work the mines at a profit unless the cut is accepted.
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Percy MacGoldbags, 22, was summoned before Mr. Donkey yesterday on the charge of killing three children when motoring through Cuffe Street on the 15th inst. Constable Ryan testified that accused went down the street at a speed of one hundred miles an hour — twenty beyond the limit. Accused pleaded contributory negligence, and said that he had never driven a car before. Mr. Donkey, fining the young man five pounds, advised him to take lessons before again driving through crowded thoroughfares.
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MR. GRADY: Where was your grandfather in 1916?
MR. THADY: Under the bed.
MR. BRADY: I defy any man here to say my grandfather was a funk.
MR. GRADY: The Bradys were always great heroes.
MR. BRADY: They’re every bit as good as the Gradys anyhow.
MR. GRADY: You old fool.
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MR. GRADY: Don’t you start putting in your oar.
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Micronetta has been shelled by the Wolfian fleet. The first shell struck an infant school in the centre of the town, killing the teacher and eleven children. The white flag was at once hoisted. The Wolfian admiral, landing soon afterwards, fainted with relief on learning that no British or American citizens were among the casualties. All lightermen in the town have been flogged and boiled in oil.
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