Chapter 3 Chapter Three An Anecdote

When Dr. Sarrazan arrived at the fourth session of the Health Assembly, he found him greeted with the utmost respect by all his colleagues.Prior to this, the honorary chairman of the conference, the winner of the Order of the Garter, and the very honorable Lord Glendal paid little attention to the existence of the French doctor. The lord was a formidable figure, whose business was merely to call the meeting open, dismiss it, and mechanically call upon the speakers from the list laid before him.He used to put his right hand in the opening of the buttoned tuxedo. His right hand was not broken by riding a horse, but purely because of this indecent gesture. Several bronze statues of politicians sculpted by British sculptors were taken from this. attitude.He was gray, beardless, with a few red blotches, and his stumbling-weed wig, tied up in high locks on his sunken brow, made his stern, strained face look comical. .Lord Glendower moved his whole body together like a puppet.Even his eyes didn't move as if they were in their sockets, but just blinked intermittently a few times like a doll.

During the first pleasantries, the President of the Health Assembly greeted Dr. Sarrazan with condescending generosity, as if to say: Hello, Mr. Insignificant!Are you tinkering with little instruments to make ends meet?I must really have good eyesight to vaguely see a person like you who is far from my background and status!However, I allow you to live under my lord's shadow. But this time, Lord Glendower smiled at him, and even invited him to sit in an empty seat on his right.In addition, all members of the assembly rose in unison. Dr. Sarrazan was quite surprised by these special almost flattering courtesy. He thought that his colleagues must have considered his blood cell calculation research and thought it was a more significant discovery than it seemed at first glance. He sat down in the vacant seat.

But when Lord Glendower, twisting his body forcibly, bent his back without fear, and whispered the following words in his ear, all his inventor's fancy vanished. I hear, said my lord, are you a rich man?Somebody tell me you're worth two five million pounds? Lord Glendower seemed to regret that he should have contemptuously contemptuously treated a man of his worth.The whole of his attitude expresses this meaning: Why didn't you tell us sooner?Let's disgrace us! Dr. Sarrazan didn't think that he was worth a dime more than the previous meetings. He was wondering why all the news spread all of a sudden?At this time, Dr. Ovidius from Berlin, who was sitting on his right, said to him with a fake smile:

You are now as strong as the Rothschilds! The Daily Telegraph published the news!My congratulations to you! He handed him a copy of the Daily Telegraph that had come out that morning.There was an anecdote on it, and the editor had made the source of the news very clear. A vast inheritance to the uninherited estate of the famous Indian aristocratic woman Kool, has finally been found thanks to the dexterity and careful visits of three lawyers, Mr. Billows, Green and Sharp, of 94 Southampton Road, London. legal heirs.The lucky owner of the £21,000,000 now in the National Bank of England is a French doctor named Sarazan, who three days before this paper published his speech at the Brighton Medical Congress. Excellent paper.Mr. Sharp, after hard work and many twists and turns to write a novel with ups and downs, finally confirmed beyond any doubt that Dr. Sarazan is the second husband of the Indian noblewoman Kurt Jean｜Jacques Langer The only surviving descendant of Baron Wall.The origin of this lucky soldier seems to be a small French city, Baledur.Only need to go through a simple procedure, the heir can inherit the inheritance.The application has been submitted to the court of the Ministry of Justice.It was a coincidence that a title of British nobility and treasures accumulated by Indian princes and nobles for several generations fell on the head of a French scholar.Wealth itself may not show much ingenuity, but, thankfully, great wealth falls into the hands of those who know how to make good use of it.

For some reason Dr. Sarrazan was displeased to see that the news had been made public.Not just because his life had told him how much trouble it would cause, but it was humiliating that everyone seemed to take it so seriously.He felt dwarfed by the sheer size of the legacy.His work, his personal achievements, his deep affection for them, and even in the eyes of his colleagues, have all been submerged in this ocean of money.Colleagues no longer regard him as a tireless researcher, a talented, intelligent person, and a genius inventor, but as a 500 million franc rich man.Even if he were not a human elite but a goiter in the Alps, a stupid Hottentot in South-West Africa, the worst type of humanity, his importance would not have diminished.Lord Glendower used the right word, henceforth he will be worth two million pounds, neither more nor less.The thought disgusted him.Those present at the meeting looked at him with purely scientific curiosity, wondering what kind of man the owner of five hundred million francs was, but were not without surprise to see that his face was covered with grief.

However, this is just a temporary weakness.He had decided to use this unexpected fortune for a great purpose, and the greatness of that purpose suddenly flashed into Dr. Sarrazan's mind and made him suddenly enlightened.He waited until after Dr. Stevenson of Glasgow had finished his lecture on the education of idiot youths, and asked for the floor to report a matter. Lord Glendower immediately granted Dr. Ovidius' request to speak without even giving him the floor.Even if the General Assembly were unanimously against it, even if all the scholars in Europe were against this special favor, he would grant his request!These were the words eloquently uttered by the President of the General Assembly with that peculiar tone of his.

Gentlemen, said Dr. Sarrazan, I had intended to tell you in a few days more about the extraordinary fortune that had suddenly fallen into my name, and about the benign consequences that chance might have for science.But, now that the matter is well known, it would perhaps be hypocritical not to state it at once. Yes, gentlemen, indeed, there is a great fortune, a sum of hundreds of millions of francs in the National Bank of England, which is legitimate. land in my name.It is necessary for me to say to you that, under these circumstances, I still consider myself only a faithful worker of science (the audience was deeply moved).This money does not belong to me as a matter of course, but to all mankind, to the progress of mankind! (There was a commotion, a burst of cheers, everyone applauded, everyone stood up, all were shocked by this sentence).Don't applaud me, gentlemen.I am a firm believer, but also a scientist, that there is no one in my situation who doesn't do what I want to do.Who knows if there are some who think that in this human act, as in so many others, there is more pride than loyalty? (No! No!) But it doesn't matter!We just have to see how things turn out.Therefore, I declare absolutely and without reservation: the five hundred million francs that fate has given me do not belong to me, but to science!Would you like to discuss how to distribute the money together?I myself do not have enough confidence to deal with it arbitrarily and arbitrarily.I invite you all to take care of it and you will decide how to put this huge sum of money to better use! (The cheers were deafening, the venue was chaotic, and people were crazy).

All the attendees stood up.Several people were so excited that they climbed onto the table.Professor Turnbull in Glasgow appears to be on the verge of a stroke.Doctor Sicone of Naples was out of breath, and only Lord Glendal remained reserved and calm without losing his dignity.He was fully convinced that Dr. Sarrazan was only making a good joke, and had no intention of realizing this extremely absurd plan. However, if I will, continued Dr. Sarrazan, after a little silence, if I will be allowed to propose a plan which can easily be supplemented and perfected, I propose it.At this time, the venue finally regained its calm, and everyone listened with great reverence.

Gentlemen, among the causes of disease, poverty, and death that beset us, I think there is one to which we must give sufficient attention, and that is the poor sanitation in which the majority of the people live.They crowd the cities, and live in houses that are often deficient in air and sunlight, both of which are indispensable to human life.Population density is sometimes the source of real infectious diseases.Even if you don't die in this environment, at least your health will be damaged and your ability to work will be reduced. As a result, society will lose a large amount of labor that could have been put into more valuable uses.Gentlemen, why don't we try the method of demonstration, the most powerful means of persuasion?Why can't we put all our imaginations together and draw up plans for a model city designed in strict accordance with scientific data? (Yes! Yes! Exactly!) Why can't we then use this huge sum of money at our disposal to build this model city and introduce it to the world as a practical and educational example Woolen cloth? (Yes! Yes! There was thunderous applause from the audience).

The people present at the meeting were so excited that they were almost mad, they clasped each other's hands, rushed up to Dr. Sarrazan, lifted him high, and circled the field. Gentlemen, when at last Dr. Sarrazan returned to his spot, he went on to say that this city, which each of us has seen in his own imagination, will become a reality in a few months, a city of happiness and well-being. city.We specially invite people from all over the world to visit and introduce the city's plans and blueprints in their languages.We especially invite honest families who are poor and unemployed in densely populated countries to live and work in the city.And you won't be surprised at my thinking that those people, forced to flee their homes by foreign invasion, will also find work in our city, use their talents, and bring us Spiritual wealth thousands of times more valuable than gold mines and diamond mines.We will build some large-scale schools there, so that young people can be cultivated according to the principle of teaching students according to their aptitude, so that they can get a comprehensive development in moral, intellectual and physical aspects, and then they can cultivate healthy and developed offspring in the future !

After his description, there is no need to repeat the enthusiastic and crazy scene in the audience here.Applause, cheers, and cheers erupted one after another, and lasted for more than a quarter of an hour. As soon as Dr. Sarrazan sat down, Lord Glendal turned sideways again, and whispered to his ear, blinking his eyes: This trick is really high!Are you aiming for a steady income, huh?As long as the publicity is good, and famous people come forward, the matter will be sure!Anyone recovering and recuperating would love to go there!I hope you can save me a good piece of land, okay? The Lord always regards Dr. Sarrazan's actions as driven by profit, which hurt the poor doctor. This time, he was about to rob him, but he heard the vice chairman asking everyone to applaud Thank you to the advocates who just proposed this act of kindness to the General Assembly. An idea so noble was born here, said the Vice-Chairman, that it would be a permanent honor of the Brighton Conference.Only the greatest minds, unparalleled generosity and talents would have conceived of this plan. Now that the idea has been proposed, we cannot help but wonder why no one has thought of it before!How many billions of money have been spent in crazy wars!How much wealth has been invested in ludicrous speculation!Money that could have been spent on such an experiment! In the end, the Vice-Chairman proposed that the new city be named Sarazan City, in honor of the founder who was due to him. His proposal was enthusiastically applauded, but at the request of Dr. Sarrazan himself, a vote had to be taken. No, said Dr. Sarrazan, my name has nothing to do with it.We don't want to add any literal affixes to the future city, which will bring a pedantic taste to people or things.It will be a city of peace, and I ask that it be named after my country, and let us call it the City of France! There was nothing against giving Dr. Sarrazan the satisfaction he so well deserved. The city of France was thus established orally, but at the close of the assembly, thanks to a minutes, it would also be put down on paper.Then everyone discussed the general outline of the plan. Let us, however, leave the congress to be concerned with the practical question, and let the participants discuss something quite different from what they were supposed to do in the past.We had better go back and pay close attention to the particulars of the fortune that this anecdote in the Daily Telegraph puts. Beginning on the evening of October 29, the anecdote was reprinted in full by English newspapers and began to spread throughout the United Kingdom.It featured prominently on the second page of the tabloid Shipping News, which had been brought to Rotterdam on 1 November by the coal barque Queen Mary. The editor-in-chief and sole secretary of the "Dutch Echo" immediately cut the news with his diligent scissors, and translated it into Guyp. ] and Porter [Note: In the seventeenth century, an outstanding animal painter in the Netherlands. ] native language.On November 2, the anecdote reached the Bremen Digest again by steamer, where it was reprinted in German, word for word.Why do we need to point out here that the Teutonic journalists have the audacity to fool the unsuspecting readers by putting in parentheses the special report of the Heridon of this newspaper, after prescribing a staggering inheritance in front of the translation? At any rate, the anecdote was annexed, turned into German, and found its way to the big newspaper "Northern Daily", where it appeared in the second column of the third edition, with the headline removed, because for such a serious A newspaper, this headline is too quack. After a series of translations and reprints, this anecdote was finally delivered to Professor Schultz of the University of Nana by a fat Saxon servant with his fat hands on the night of November 3rd. In the study, living room and dining room. At first glance, there is nothing special about this noble figure.This man was forty-five or six years old, with a big body and broad shoulders, which showed that he was strong and strong.He was bald, with bits of dull, light-blond hair in the back and temples.His eyes were blue, a very dull blue color that never revealed his true thoughts.He has no eyes, but when you are stared at by those eyes, you always feel very uncomfortable.Professor Schultz has a wide mouth with two rows of terrible big teeth. Things that fall into his mouth can never escape, but the two lips that cover the teeth are thin. Function must be used for rhetoric.The whole appearance gives people a posture of respect and distance, but Professor Schultz is complacent about it. Hearing someone coming in, he raised his eyes to the direction of the fireplace to see the time on the very fine Balberdian wall clock above.This very handsome wall clock looked out of place among the rough furniture around it.Schultz shouted sharply: It's six fifty-five!The last time my mail was supposed to arrive was 6:30.You sent me twenty-five minutes tonight.In the future, if the mail is not delivered to me at 6:30, you will leave at 8:00. Sir, asked the servant before stepping away, would you like dinner now? It's six forty-five, and I have dinner at seven!You have been with me for three weeks and you already know that!Please remember that I never change the time set, and I never repeat what I have been told. The professor put the newspaper on the edge of his desk and began to write a paper which was to appear in the Annals of Physiology in two days.He wrote these topics in random letters: Why do all French people suffer from genetic degenerative diseases to varying degrees? While the professor continued to work on his dissertation, his dinner was carefully placed on a small round table by the fireplace.Dinner was a large plate of sausages with cabbage and a mug of beer.The professor put down his pen and went to eat.You can hardly imagine that such a serious person eats with such relish.Then he rang for coffee, lit a large china pipe, and resumed writing. It was almost midnight when he signed his name on the last page.He immediately went back to the bedroom, ready for a good night's sleep.He only tore open the seal of a stack of newspapers when he was lying on the bed, and began to read the newspapers before going to bed.Just as he fell asleep, suddenly, the name of a foreigner attracted him. The name of the foreigner named Longeval appeared in an anecdote related to a huge inheritance.However, he racked his brains, but he couldn't remember who this person was.After thinking in vain for a few minutes, he dropped the newspaper, blew out the candle, and soon snored loudly. But, owing to a physiological phenomenon which he himself had studied and expounded, the name Longevre had tracked down in his dreams so much that when he awoke the next morning he was surprised to find himself repeating it mechanically. name. He was about to look at his watch, what time was it, suddenly, a flash flashed in his mind.He snatched up the newspaper which had fallen by the foot of the bed, and wiped his brow with his hand in order to concentrate on reading over and over again the anecdote which he had almost overlooked the night before.Evidently something suddenly occurred to him, for before he had time to put on his embroidered dressing-gown, he ran to the fireplace, took down a miniature portrait that hung by the mirror, and wiped the hard surface with his sleeve. Dust on the cardboard. The professor guessed right.On the back of the portrait, you can see the name that has been yellowed in ink after half a century: Therese Schulz, formerly known as Langerwall. In the evening, the professor took the express train to London.