∞ Erewhon 2
∞ Erewhon 2
In which we meet a young empire-builder taking his first step on the colonial ladder.
Danger: it is unsafe to read this colonial-era text before inoculating yourself with this preamble here.
Olleh dna emoclew
An Erewhonian greeting to you all.
My name is Lord Erewhon.
At the start of my adventure I am like every other white man of my colonial era. That is to say, I wish only to:
venture to the farthest corners of the earth
subdue savages
claim their land for the crown
accumulate vast wealth and influence
possess myself of a woman of exquisite beauty
(to whit: a pale complexion, unquestionable pedigree and a large dowry)
marry her, and;
get on her a brood of fine young men
bring them all to Christ, and;
thus ensure my own salvation
I am christened George
My first adventure, age 8
There I am nourished by tales of
History’s greatest colonist. That’s the kind of man I want to be.
I shall need to find somewhere to colonize.
These days, the pickings are slim. Though the sun never sets on the British Empire I manage to discover a solitary nook still shaded from her rays.
I pay my passage to New Zealand
Age 18. I am a shepherd on the Canterbury Range.
My most treasured possession
Contents:
One British flag to raise above undiscovered land
One pro forma treaty to confer sovereignty over her natives
An illustrated holy bible
A pocket watch set to British time
I order the add-on pistol (to make a first impression)
I drill myself constantly by colonizing my flock of sheep.
As soon as shearing is over and the wool sent off I ask for leave of absence and obtain it.
What lies beyond the range, huh? Who can tell? What infinite reward to the man who finds out first.
Part 3: Over the Range is next. It’s where this everyday tale of colonization takes a remarkable series of turns, so make sure you
this post with at least one other friend or loved one who you’d die with or for (because it may come to that and these things are always easier in groups).