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The king in yellow book
The king in yellow book










The nation was prosperous Chicago, for a moment paralyzed after a second great fire, had risen from its ruins, white and imperial, and more beautiful than the white city which had been built for its plaything in 1893. The gentlemen from the West had at last been constrained to acknowledge that a college for the training of diplomats was as necessary as law schools are for the training of barristers consequently we were no longer represented abroad by incompetent patriots. Every coast city had been well supplied with land fortifications the army under the parental eye of the General Staff, organized according to the Prussian system, had been increased to 300,000 men, with a territorial reserve of a million and six magnificent squadrons of cruisers and battle-ships patrolled the six stations of the navigable seas, leaving a steam reserve amply fitted to control home waters. The country was in a superb state of defence. The Cuban and Hawaiian investments had paid one hundred per cent and the territory of Samoa was well worth its cost as a coaling station. The war with Germany, incident on that country’s seizure of the Samoan Islands, had left no visible scars upon the republic, and the temporary occupation of Norfolk by the invading army had been forgotten in the joy over repeated naval victories, and the subsequent ridiculous plight of General Von Gartenlaube’s forces in the State of New Jersey. Everybody knows how the Tariff and Labour questions were settled. Toward the end of the year 1920 the Government of the United States had practically completed the programme, adopted during the last months of President Winthrop’s administration. “Ne raillons pas les fous leur folie dure plus longtemps que la notre…. Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard inĬassilda’s Song in “The King in Yellow,” Act i, Scene 2.

the king in yellow book

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake,












The king in yellow book