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The Workman
by Lord Dunsany
I saw a workman fall with his scaffolding right from the
summit of some vast hotel. And as he came down I saw him
holding a knife and trying to cut his name on the
scaffolding. He had time to try and do this for he must
have had nearly three hundred feet to fall. And I could
think of nothing but his folly in doing this futile thing,
for not only would the man be unrecognizably dead in three
seconds, but the very pole on which he tried to scratch
whatever of his name he had time for was certain to be burnt
in a few weeks for firewood.
Then I went home for I had work to do. And all that
evening I thought of the man's folly, till the thought
hindered me from serious work.
And late that night while I was still at work, the ghost
of the workman floated through my wall and stood before me
laughing.
I heard no sound until after I spoke to it; but I could
see the grey diaphanous form standing before me shuddering
with laughter.
I spoke at last and asked what it was laughing at, and
then the ghost spoke. It said: "I'm a laughin' at you
sittin' and workin' there."
"And why," I asked, "do you laugh at serious work?"
"Why, yer bloomin' life 'ull go by like a wind," he said,
"and yer 'ole silly civilization 'ull be tidied up in a few
centuries."
Then he fell to laughing again and this time audibly;
and, laughing still, faded back through the wall again and
into the eternity from which he had come.