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Updated: May 20, 2025
"I am not approaching the terrible age of forty without knowing a little at least about women and their ways." "A little!" she exclaimed ironically. "You know enough to write a book!" "Zat book has taught me to go very slow," he said. "Were I in my young manhood I'd come zoop, like that, and carry you off in ze Far Vest style.
Roger continued to breathe hard, as if his mother were a horse and he were rubbing her down. 'Now! Zoop! Whup! cried his mother, and having deprived him of his final rag, she picked him up and sat him in the bath, and he was divinely happy, and so were the women. He appeared a gross little animal in the bath, all the tints of his flesh shimmering under the electric light.
And the bent men, their dark bodies gleaming in the firelight, stamping in rhythm every third step, chorused in a deep rumbling bass: "Goom zoop! goom zoop!" Thus they advanced; circled between us and the fire, and withdrew to the half darkness, where tirelessly they continued the same reiterations. Hardly had they withdrawn when another group danced forward in their places.
And in the background, under the shadows of the trees were the Monumwezis, their formation regained, close gathered, heads bent, two steps swaying to the right-stamp! two steps swaying to the left-stamp!-the white wands gleaming, and the rumble of their lion song rolling in an undertone: "Goom zoop! goom zoop!" We took our hot baths and sat down to supper most gratefully, for we were tired.
In the Morning when Papa arose and looked at the cold Welsh Rabbits and saw the Cigar Ashes all over the Place and when he had a Taste as if he were taking care of a Lap-Robe, the glad Bohemian Existence did not look as Good to him as it had when lighted up the Night before. Especially as he had got the Zoop for some 80 Buckerines.
"We've got a hundred credits between us. We'll get to Zorn in due course, I hope." "Your pleasure, gents," a bullet-headed man said, eyeing the colorful evening clothes of the diplomats. "You'll be wantin' to try your luck at the Zoop tower, I'd guess. A game for real sporting gents." "Why ... ah ..." Magnan said. "What's a zoop tower?" Retief asked. "Out-of-towners, hey?"
And the swaying men responded in chorus, half hushed, rumbling, with strong aspiration. "Goom zoop! goom zoop!" When fifty yards from us, however, the formation broke and they rushed us with a yell. Our horses plunged in astonishment, and we had hard work to prevent their bolting, small blame to 'em! The men surrounded us, shaking our hands frantically.
After an hour's lapse there came a pause, and the people hearkened for the voice of the King; but in the intervals a louder moan would strike their ears, and they whispered among themselves, "Tis that of the fakir, El Zoop! and the moaning and howling prevailed again.
The bullet-headed man shifted his dope-stick to the other corner of his mouth. "Zoop is a great little game. Two teams of players buy into the pot. Each player takes a lever; the object is to make the ball drop from the top of the tower into your net. Okay?" "What's the ante?" "I got a hundred-credit pot workin' now, gents." Retief nodded. "We'll try it."
Wilder and wilder became the movements, higher rose the voices. The mock lion hunt grew more realistic, and the slaughter on both sides something tremendous. Lower and lower crouched the Monumwezi, drawing apart with their deep "goom"; drawing suddenly to a common centre with the sharp "zoop!"
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