Robert Louis Stevenson

Fables Robert Louis Stevenson

After the 32nd chapter of Treasure Island, two of the puppets strolled out to have a pipe before business should begin again, and met in an open place not far from the story."Good-morning, Cap'n," said the first, with a man-o'-war salute, and a beaming countenance."Ah, Silver!" grunted the other. "You're in a bad way, Silver.""Now, Cap'n Smollett," remonstrated Silver, "dooty is dooty, as I knows, and none better; but we're off dooty now; and I can't see no call to keep up the morality business.""You're a damned rogue, my man," said the Captain."Come, come, Cap'n, be just," returned the other. "There's no call to be angry with me in earnest. I'm on'y a chara'ter in a sea story. I don't really exist.""Well, I don't really exist either," says the Captain, "which seems to meet that.""I wouldn't set no limits to what a virtuous chara'ter might consider argument," responded Silver. "But I'm the villain of this tale, I am; and speaking as one sea-faring man to another, what I want to know is, what's the odds?""Were you never taught your catechism?" said the Captain. "Don't you know there's such a thing as an Author?"