《快乐王子童话集》第22章

great　many　times；　it　bees　true　in　the　end。
suddenly；　a　sharp；　dry　cough　was　heard；　and　they　all　looked　round。
it　came　from　a　tall；　supercilious…looking　rocket；　who　was　tied　to
the　end　of　a　long　stick。 he　always　coughed　before　he　made　any
observation；　so　as　to　attract　attention。
〃ahem！　ahem！〃　he　said；　and　everybody　listened　except　the　poor
catherine　wheel；　who　was　still　shaking　her　head；　and　murmuring；
〃romance　is　dead。〃
〃order！　order！〃　cried　out　a　cracker。 he　was　something　of　a
politician；　and　had　always　taken　a　prominent　part　in　the　local
elections；　so　he　knew　the　proper　parliamentary　expressions　to　use。
〃quite　dead；〃　whispered　the　catherine　wheel；　and　she　went　off　to
sleep。
as　soon　as　there　was　perfect　silence；　the　rocket　coughed　a　third
time　and　began。 he　spoke　with　a　very　slow；　distinct　voice；　as　if
he　was　dictating　his　memoirs；　and　always　looked　over　the　shoulder
of　the　person　to　whom　he　was　talking。 in　fact；　he　had　a　most
distinguished　manner。
〃how　fortunate　it　is　for　the　kings　son；〃　he　remarked；　〃that　he　is
to　be　married　on　the　very　day　on　which　i　am　to　be　let　off。 really；
if　it　had　been　arranged　beforehand；　it　could　not　have　turned　out
better　for　him；　but；　princes　are　always　lucky。〃
〃dear　me！〃　said　the　little　squib；　〃i　thought　it　was　quite　the　other
way；　and　that　we　were　to　be　let　off　in　the　princes　honour。〃
〃it　may　be　so　with　you；〃　he　answered；　〃indeed；　i　have　no　doubt　that
it　is；　but　with　me　it　is　different。 i　am　a　very　remarkable　rocket；
and　e　of　remarkable　parents。 my　mother　was　the　most　celebrated
catherine　wheel　of　her　day；　and　was　renowned　for　her　graceful
dancing。 when　she　made　her　great　public　appearance　she　spun　round
nineteen　times　before　she　went　out；　and　each　time　that　she　did　so
she　threw　into　the　air　seven　pink　stars。 she　was　three　feet　and　a
half　in　diameter；　and　made　of　the　very　best　gunpowder。 my　father
was　a　rocket　like　myself；　and　of　french　extraction。 he　flew　so
high　that　the　people　were　afraid　that　he　would　never　e　down
again。 he　did；　though；　for　he　was　of　a　kindly　disposition；　and　he
made　a　most　brilliant　descent　in　a　shower　of　golden　rain。 the
newspapers　wrote　about　his　performance　in　very　flattering　terms。
indeed；　the　court　gazette　called　him　a　triumph　of　pylotechnic　art。〃
〃pyrotechnic；　pyrotechnic；　you　mean；〃　said　a　bengal　light；　〃i　know
it　is　pyrotechnic；　for　i　saw　it　written　on　my　own　canister。〃
〃well；　i　said　pylotechnic；〃　answered　the　rocket；　in　a　severe　tone
of　voice；　and　the　bengal　light　felt　so　crushed　that　he　began　at
once　to　bully　the　little　squibs；　in　order　to　show　that　he　was　still
a　person　of　some　importance。
〃i　was　saying；〃　continued　the　rocket；　〃i　was　saying　…　what　was　i
saying？〃
〃you　were　talking　about　yourself；〃　replied　the　roman　candle。
〃of　course；　i　knew　i　was　discussing　some　interesting　subject　when　i
was　so　rudely　interrupted。 i　hate　rudeness　and　bad　manners　of
every　kind；　for　i　am　extremely　sensitive。 no　one　in　the　whole
world　is　so　sensitive　as　i　am；　i　am　quite　sure　of　that。〃
〃what　is　a　sensitive　person？〃　said　the　cracker　to　the　roman　candle。
〃a　person　who；　because　he　has　corns　himself；　always　treads　on　other
peoples　toes；〃　answered　the　roman　candle　in　a　low　whisper；　and　the
cracker　nearly　exploded　with　laughter。
〃pray；　what　are　you　laughing　at？〃　inquired　the　rocket；　〃i　am　not
laughing。〃
〃i　am　laughing　because　i　am　happy；〃　replied　the　cracker。
〃that　is　a　very　selfish　reason；〃　said　the　rocket　angrily。 〃what
right　have　you　to　be　happy？ you　should　be　thinking　about　others。
in　fact；　you　should　be　thinking　about　me。 i　am　always　thinking
about　myself；　and　i　expect　everybody　else　to　do　the　same。 that　is
what　is　called　sympathy。 it　is　a　beautiful　virtue；　and　i　possess
it　in　a　high　degree。 suppose；　for　instance；　anything　happened　to
me　to…night；　what　a　misfortune　that　would　be　for　every　one！ the
prince　and　princess　would　never　be　happy　again；　their　whole　married
life　would　be　spoiled；　and　as　for　the　king；　i　know　he　would　not　get
over　it。 really；　when　i　begin　to　reflect　on　the　importance　of　my
position；　i　am　almost　moved　to　tears。〃
〃if　you　want　to　give　pleasure　to　others；〃　cried　the　roman　candle；
〃you　had　better　keep　yourself　dry。〃
〃certainly；〃　exclaimed　the　bengal　light；　who　was　now　in　better
spirits；　〃that　is　only　mon　sense。〃
〃mon　sense；　indeed！〃　said　the　rocket　indignantly；　〃you　forget
that　i　am　very　unmon；　and　very　remarkable。 why；　anybody　can
have　mon　sense；　provided　that　they　have　no　imagination。 but　i
have　imagination；　for　i　never　think　of　things　as　they　really　are；　i
always　think　of　them　as　being　quite　different。 as　for　keeping
myself　dry；　there　is　evidently　no　one　here　who　can　at　all
appreciate　an　emotional　nature。 fortunately　for　myself；　i　dont
care。 the　only　thing　that　sustains　one　through　life　is　the
consciousness　of　the　immense　inferiority　of　everybody　else；　and
this　is　a　feeling　that　i　have　always　cultivated。 but　none　of　you
have　any　hearts。 here　you　are　laughing　and　making　merry　just　as　if
the　prince　and　princess　had　not　just　been　married。〃
〃well；　really；〃　exclaimed　a　small　fire…balloon；　〃why　not？ it　is　a
most　joyful　occasion；　and　when　i　soar　up　into　the　air　i　intend　to
tell　the　stars　all　about　it。 you　will　see　them　twinkle　when　i　talk
to　them　about　the　pretty　bride。〃
〃ah！　what　a　trivial　view　of　life！〃　said　the　rocket；　〃but　it　is　only
what　i　expected。 there　is　nothing　in　you；　you　are　hollow　and
empty。 why；　perhaps　the　prince　and　princess　may　go　to　live　in　a
country　where　there　is　a　deep　river；　and　perhaps　they　may　have　one
only　son；　a　little　fair…haired　boy　with　violet　eyes　like　the　prince
himself；　and　perhaps　some　day　he　may　go　out　to　walk　with　his　nurse；
and　perhaps　the　nurse　may　go　to　sleep　under　a　great　elder…tree；　and
perhaps　the　little　boy　may　fall　into　the　deep　river　and　be　drowned。
what　a　terrible　misfortune！ poor　people；　to　lose　their　only　son！
it　is　really　too　dreadful！ i　shall　never　get　over　it。〃
〃but　they　have　not　lost　their　on