“But,” said the Excelsior, “they enjoy a severe privilege. They drink
not only at the Fountain of Endurance, but are also allowed to suck the
acrid grapes of Ennui.”
As we passed out of the inclosure, my royal host turned to me and said:
“What think you is the motto that I have had placed over this exhibit
of individuals who have nothing to do? Read--there it is.”
He pointed to a sign, bearing these immense letters of gold: