The Importance of Being Earnest | Page 9

people, who
haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live, nor the smallest instinct about when to
die.
Jack. Oh, that is nonsense!
Algernon. It isn't!
Jack. Well, I won't argue about the matter. You always want to argue about things.
Algernon. That is exactly what things were originally made for.
Jack. Upon my word, if I thought that, I'd shoot myself . . . [A pause.] You don't think
there is any chance of Gwendolen becoming like her mother in about a hundred and fifty
years, do you, Algy?
Algernon. All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does.

That's his.
Jack. Is that clever?
Algernon. It is perfectly phrased! and quite as true as any observation in civilised life
should be.
Jack. I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go
anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public
nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fools left.
Algernon. We have.
Jack. I should extremely like to meet them. What do they talk about?
Algernon. The fools? Oh! about the clever people, of course.
Jack. What fools!
Algernon. By the way, did you tell Gwendolen the truth about your being Ernest in town,
and Jack in the country?
Jack. [In a very patronising manner.] My dear fellow, the truth isn't quite the sort of thing
one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. What extraordinary ideas you have about the way
to behave to a woman!
Algernon. The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her, if she is pretty, and
to some one else, if she is plain.
Jack. Oh, that is nonsense.
Algernon. What about your brother? What about the profligate Ernest?
Jack. Oh, before the end of the week I shall have got rid of him. I'll say he died in Paris of
apoplexy. Lots of people die of apoplexy, quite suddenly, don't they?
Algernon. Yes, but it's hereditary, my dear fellow. It's a sort of thing that runs in families.
You had much better say a severe chill.
Jack. You are sure a severe chill isn't hereditary, or anything of that kind?
Algernon. Of course it isn't!
Jack. Very well, then. My poor brother Ernest to carried off suddenly, in Paris, by a
severe chill. That gets rid of him.
Algernon. But I thought you said that . . . Miss Cardew was a little too much interested in
your poor brother Ernest? Won't she feel his loss a good deal?

Jack. Oh, that is all right. Cecily is not a silly romantic girl, I am glad to say. She has got
a capital appetite, goes long walks, and pays no attention at all to her lessons.
Algernon. I would rather like to see Cecily.
Jack. I will take very good care you never do. She is excessively pretty, and she is only
just eighteen.
Algernon. Have you told Gwendolen yet that you have an excessively pretty ward who is
only just eighteen?
Jack. Oh! one doesn't blurt these things out to people. Cecily and Gwendolen are
perfectly certain to be extremely great friends. I'll bet you anything you like that half an
hour after they have met, they will be calling each other sister.
Algernon. Women only do that when they have called each other a lot of other things first.
Now, my dear boy, if we want to get a good table at Willis's, we really must go and dress.
Do you know it is nearly seven?
Jack. [Irritably.] Oh! It always is nearly seven.
Algernon. Well, I'm hungry.
Jack. I never knew you when you weren't . . .
Algernon. What shall we do after dinner? Go to a theatre?
Jack. Oh no! I loathe listening.
Algernon. Well, let us go to the Club?
Jack. Oh, no! I hate talking.
Algernon. Well, we might trot round to the Empire at ten?
Jack. Oh, no! I can't bear looking at things. It is so silly.
Algernon. Well, what shall we do?
Jack. Nothing!
Algernon. It is awfully hard work doing nothing. However, I don't mind hard work where
there is no definite object of any kind.
[Enter Lane.]
Lane. Miss Fairfax.
[Enter Gwendolen. Lane goes out.]

Algernon. Gwendolen, upon my word!
Gwendolen. Algy, kindly turn your back. I have something very particular to say to Mr.
Worthing.
Algernon. Really, Gwendolen, I don't think I can allow this at all.
Gwendolen. Algy, you always adopt a strictly immoral attitude towards life. You are not
quite old enough to do that. [Algernon retires to the fireplace.]
Jack. My own darling!
Gwendolen. Ernest, we may never be married. From the expression on mamma's face I
fear we never shall. Few parents nowadays pay any regard to what