Sylvia in Wonderland
The Zionist King and Jewish Queen are seated on their throne with a great crowd assembled about them—all sorts of little Marxist beasts. Zundel stands before them, in chains, with Stazi on each side to guard him; and near the Zionist King the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, and a Babylonian Talmud in the other. In the very middle of the court a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it: they looked so good, that it made Sylvia Stolz quite hungry to look at them… The judge, by the way, is the Zionist King… ‘Consider your verdict,’ he said to the jury.
‘There’s ‘evidence’ to come yet, please your Majesty,’ said the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; ‘this paper has just been picked up.’
‘What’s in it?’ said the Jewish Queen.
‘I haven’t opened it yet, said the White Rabbit, ‘but it seems to be a letter, written by Zundel to—to somebody.’
‘Please your Majesty,’ Zundel, said, ‘I didn’t write it, and they can’t prove I did: there’s no name signed at the end.’
‘If you didn’t sign it,’ said the Zionist King, ‘that only makes the matter worse. You MUST have meant some mischief, or else you’d have signed your name like an honest man.’
There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first really ‘clever’ thing the Zionist King had said that day.
‘That PROVES his guilt,’ said the Queen.
‘It proves NOTHING of the sort!’ said Stolz. ‘Why, you don’t even know who REALLY wrote it or what it’s about!’
‘Read it then,’ said the Zionist King.
These were the verses the White Rabbit read:—
‘They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him:
She gave me a good character,
But said I could not swim.
He sent them word I had not gone
(We know it to be true):
If she should push the matter on,
What would become of you?
I gave her one, they gave him two,
You gave us three or more;
They all returned from him to you,
Though they were mine before.
If I or she should chance to be
Involved in this affair,
He trusts to you to set them free,
Exactly as we were.
My notion was that you had been
(Before she had this fit)
An obstacle that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it.
Don’t let him know she liked them best,
For this must ever be
A secret, kept from all the rest,
Between yourself and me.’
‘That’s the most important piece of evidence we’ve heard yet,’ said the Zionist King, rubbing his hands; ‘so now let the jury—’
The jury all wrote down on their slates, ‘she doesn’t believe there’s an atom of meaning in it,’ but none of them attempted to explain the paper.
‘If there is no meaning in it,’ said the Zionist King, ‘that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn’t try to find any.
The Zionist King again turned to the jury and said ‘Consider your verdict,’
‘No, no!’ said the Jewish Queen. ‘Sentence first—verdict afterwards.’
Off with his head!’ the Jewish Queen shouted at the top of her voice.
Zundel turns to Stolz who mutters advice. At this Zundel looks the Zionist King directly in the eye and uttered the words-
THE KING IS WEARING NO CLOTHES
At which point lurid colour begins to run down the screen to reveal an audience beside themselves with laughter. Back to reality the farce has ended.
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