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The Emperor has no clothes! But you knew that.



The Emperor’s New Suit

by
Hans Christian Andersen
(1837)

MANY,many years ago lived an emperor, who thought so much of new clothes that
he spent all his money in order to obtain them; his only ambition was to be looked at.
He did not care for his soldiers, and the theatre did not amuse him; the
only thing, in fact, he thought anything of was to drive out and show a new suit of
clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day; and as one would say of a king “He
is in his cabinet,” so one could say of him, “The emperor is in his dressing-room.”


The great city where he resided was very gay; every day many strangers from all
parts of the globe arrived. One day two swindlers came to this city; they made
people believe that they were weavers, and declared they could manufacture the finest
cloth to be imagined. Their colors and patterns, they said, were not only
exceptionally beautiful, but the clothes made of their material possessed the wonderful
quality of being invisible to any person who was unfit for his office or unpardonably stupid.

"That must be wonderful cloth,” thought the emperor. “If I were to be dressed in a
suit made of this cloth I should be able to find out which men in my empire were
unfit for their places, and I could distinguish the clever from the stupid. I must have
this cloth woven for me without delay.” And he gave a large sum of money to the
swindlers, in advance, that they should set to work without any loss of time. They set
up two looms, and pretended to be very hard at work, but they did nothing whatever
on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the most precious gold-cloth; all they
got they did away with, and worked at the empty looms till late at night.


"I should very much like to know how they are getting on with the cloth,” thought the
emperor. But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for
his office could not see it. Personally, he was of opinion that he had nothing to fear,
yet he thought it advisable to send somebody else first to see how matters stood.
Everybody in the town knew what a remarkable quality the stuff possessed, and all
were anxious to see how bad or stupid their neighbours were.

"I shall send my honest old minister to the weavers,” thought the emperor. “He can
judge best how the stuff looks, for he is intelligent, and nobody understands his office
better than he.”


The good old minister went into the room where the swindlers sat before the empty
looms. “Heaven preserve us!” he thought, and opened his eyes wide, “I cannot see
anything at all,” but he did not say so. Both swindlers requested him to come near,
and asked him if he did not admire the exquisite pattern and the beautiful colours,
pointing to the empty looms. The poor old minister tried his very best, but he could
see nothing, for there was nothing to be seen. “Oh dear,” he thought, “can I be so
stupid? I should never have thought so, and nobody must know it! Is it possible that I
am not fit for my office? No, no, I cannot say that I was unable to see the cloth.”

"Now, have you got nothing to say?” said one of the swindlers, while he pretended to
be busily weaving.



"Oh, it is very pretty, exceedingly beautiful,” replied the old minister looking through
his glasses. “What a beautiful pattern, what brilliant colors! I shall tell the emperor
that I like the cloth very much.”

"We are pleased to hear that,” said the two weavers, and described to him the colors
and explained the curious pattern. The old minister listened attentively, that he might
relate to the emperor what they said; and so he did. Now the swindlers asked for more
money, silk and gold-cloth, which they required for weaving. They kept everything for
themselves, and not a thread came near the loom, but they continued, as hitherto, to work
at the empty looms. Soon afterwards the emperor sent another honest courtier to the
weavers to see how they were getting on, and if the cloth was nearly finished.  Like the
old minister, he looked and looked but could see nothing, as there was nothing to be seen.

"Is it not a beautiful piece of cloth?” asked the two swindlers, showing and explaining
the magnificent pattern, which, however, did not exist.



"I am not stupid,” said the man. “It is therefore my good appointment for which I am
not fit. It is very strange, but I must not let any one know it;” and he praised the cloth,
which he did not see, and expressed his joy at the beautiful colors and the fine
pattern.

“It is very excellent,” he said to the emperor.

Everybody in the whole town talked about the precious cloth. At last the emperor
wished to see it himself, while it was still on the loom. With a number of courtiers,
including the two who had already been there, he went to the two clever swindlers,
who now worked as hard as they could, but without using any thread.

"Is it not magnificent?” said the two old statesmen who had been there before. “Your
Majesty must admire the colors and the pattern.” And then they pointed to the empty
looms, for they imagined the others could see the cloth.

"What is this?” thought the emperor, “I do not see anything at all. That is terrible! Am
I stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? That would indeed be the most dreadful thing that
could happen to me.”

"Really,” he said, turning to the weavers, “your cloth has our most gracious
approval;” and nodding contentedly he looked at the empty loom, for he did not like
to say that he saw nothing. All his attendants, who were with him, looked and looked,
and although they could not see anything more than the others, they said, like the
emperor, “It is very beautiful.” And all advised him to wear the new magnificent
clothes at a great procession which was soon to take place. “It is magnificent,
beautiful, excellent,” one heard them say; everybody seemed to be delighted, and the
emperor appointed the two swindlers “Imperial Court weavers.”


The whole night previous to the day on which the procession was to take place, the
swindlers pretended to work, and burned more than sixteen candles. People should
see that they were busy to finish the emperor’s new suit. They pretended to take the
cloth from the loom, and worked about in the air with big scissors, and sewed with
needles without thread, and said at last: “The emperor’s new suit is ready now.”

The emperor and all his barons then came to the hall; the swindlers held their arms up
as if they held something in their hands and said: “These are the trousers!” “This is
the coat!” and “Here is the cloak!” and so on. “They are all as light as a cobweb, and
one must feel as if one had nothing at all upon the body; but that is just the beauty of
them.”

"Indeed!” said all the courtiers; but they could not see anything, for there was nothing
to be seen.

"Does it please your Majesty now to graciously undress,” said the swindlers,
“that we may assist your Majesty in putting on the new suit before the large
looking-glass?” The emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to put the new suit
upon him, one piece after another; and the emperor looked at himself in the glass
from every side.

"How well they look! How well they fit!” said all. “What a beautiful pattern!
What fine colors! That is a magnificent suit of clothes!”

The master of the ceremonies announced that the bearers of the canopy, which was to
be carried in the procession, were ready.

"I am ready,” said the emperor. “Does not my suit fit me marvelously?” Then he turned
once more to the looking-glass, that people should think he admired his garments.

The chamberlains, who were to carry the train, stretched their hands to the ground as
if they lifted up a train, and pretended to hold something in their hands; they did not
like people to know that they could not see anything.

The emperor marched in the procession under the beautiful canopy, and all who saw
him in the street and out of the windows exclaimed: “Indeed, the emperor’s new suit
is incomparable! What a long train he has! How well it fits him!” Nobody wished to
let others know he saw nothing, for then he would have been unfit for his office or
too stupid. Never emperor’s clothes were more admired.

"But he has nothing on at all,” said a little child at last. “Good heavens! listen to the
voice of an innocent child,” said the father, and one whispered to the other what the
child had said. “But he has nothing on at all,” cried at last the whole people. That
made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right;
but he thought to himself, “Now I must bear up to the end.” And the chamberlains
walked with still greater dignity, as if they carried the train which did not exist.




Truth hurts, or, as Alexis de Tocqueville said:

In a democracy, the people get the government they deserve.

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