“ Neither do I care to go to Bulgaria in the capacity of a carpet-bag monarch from the ten-cent counter, wearing a boiler-iron overcoat by day and a stab-proof corset at night. I have always been in favor of Bulgaria's selection of a monarch viva voce or vox populi, whichever you think would look the best in print.I hate to see a monarch in hot water all the time and threatening to abdicate. Supposing he does abdicate, what good will that do, when he leaves a widow with nothing but a second-hand throne and a crown two sizes too small for his successor? ”
Bill Nye
Summary
"Bill Nye's Cordwood," authored by Bill Nye, is a collection of satirical essays and whimsical reflections that blend absurdity with incisive social commentary. Published in the 19th century, the work explores themes of human folly, the peculiarities of monarchy, and the contrast between everyday life and fantastical imagery, as seen in references to Methuselah, Galileo, and the fictional town of Slipperyelmhurst.
Through exaggerated scenarios—such as a codfish preparing for a ball or a monarch wrestling with abdication—Nye critiques societal conventions and the paradoxes of existence, portraying life’s contradictions as both amusing and unavoidable. The text’s surreal tone and imaginative metaphors highlight its examination of humanity’s quest to find meaning in chaos.
Quotes from Bill Nye's Cordwood (Bill Nye)
“ If I were to accept the throne of Bulgaria, which is not likely, so long as my good right arm can still jerk a fluent cross-cut saw in the English tongue, I would form a syndicate of monarchs with grips, pass-words, explanations and signals; every scepter would have a contralto whistle in the butt end which could be used as a sign of distress, while the other end could have a cork in it, and then steering a tottering dynasty down through the dim vista of crumbling centuries would not be so irksome as it now is. ”
“ Death is ever a surprise, even at the end of a long illness and after a ripe old age. To those who are near it seems abrupt; so to his grand-children some of whom survived him, his children having died of old age, the death of Methuselah came like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.Methuselah succeeded in cording up more of a record such as it was, than any other man of whom history informs us. Time, the tomb-builder and amateur mower, came and leaned over the front fence and looked at Methuselah, and ran his thumb over the jagged edge of his scythe, and went away whistling a low refrain. ”
