So enormous was the empire that a great wall was built to contain the indifferent citizens more enamored of regular meals than loyal to the emperor, and to seal the borders against marauders covetous of the riches within. In fact, as many riches lay without, but the wall focused their desire. And because, however high, no wall without troops contains wealth forever, millions garrisoned along its length to protect and improve the fortifications—troops trained from youth for battle and consigned as infants for life, who made poor farmers far from home, the furthest of them a two-year ride from the capital—slowly starved. To deliver grain to the perimeter, the maxim went, depart with sixty wagonloads, one for the troops, fifty-nine for the journey, and despair the horses’ return. Trading instead with bandits, they soon adopted banditry, or devolved to gatekeeping, taking tolls from the enemies of the capital who lived without but grazed their flocks within the wall. What but the wall itself distinguished the lands within from the lands without, and which did it contain, the soldiers or the bandits? the mystics ask. A joke was told: whichever side of bed the soldier wakes on is the side he defends that day. Eventually the border was so porous, the soldiers so rapacious and corrupt, that the new emperor enlisted the marauders, including millions of the bastard sons and grandsons of the soldiers his ancestors had dispatched, to protect his capital from other more ruthless invaders who, knowing nothing of the wall, came by sea. And that is how barbarians came to rule the empire generations sooner than they could have overrun it if the wall had never been built. And that is why the monument so rich as a symbol, except for short intervals, has collapsed.
Copyright ©1999-2006 David Hodges
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November 16, 2006 at 3:49 am
litlove
A wonderful meditation on the nature of boundaries – I do like the line ‘the wall focussed their desire’. Very clever, as ever!
November 16, 2006 at 6:25 am
davidbdale
Maybe, just once, a posting of mine will spark a lengthy exchange of essays such as yours in Tales from the Reading Room! By the way, I’m intrigued by your spelling. Over here, we’re either focused or unfocussed, but never focussed. Is British different? Thank you so much for your comment.
–David
November 16, 2006 at 3:38 pm
litlove
Ummm, actually we’re just focused too, but I tend to type in the mornings without my contact lenses in….. And I’m sure you’ll get that exchange one of these days, but you might have to write something less coherent and less compelling in order to do so! I can cheat because as a teacher I’m used to starting debates. The trick is to say something outrageous or eccentric in the middle of a lot of perfectly rational stuff. Try this out on your partner to discover that it never fails!
November 16, 2006 at 4:08 pm
davidbdale
That does it. You are the reader every writer seeks.