The Wasp, 1913 · page 202 of 364
The Wasp — 1913 — page 202: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page depicts a dialogue between two characters—**Burnham** (apparently a pirate or criminal) and a woman with a French accent. The exchange reveals a satirical critique of pirate hierarchy and ambition. Burnham has killed someone named **Hicks** and boasts of it coolly. The woman praises his courage but questions why he doesn't aspire to be **captain** (who controls the spoils), comparing him to her father—a French soldier who would demand leadership. She suggests Burnham has the nerve for command but settles for subordinate status. Burnham dismisses her flattery, claiming listening to such suggestions is "treason" since the captain controls distribution of plunder. He then attempts to seduce her with a kiss. The satire likely mocks either contemporary criminal organizations, political hierarchies, or ambitious men who lack the will to lead despite possessing ruthlessness. The woman's role—encouraging ambition while being easily charmed—suggests satirical commentary on female manipulation or romantic entanglement clouding judgment.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
a THE WASP 197 and some not beautiful, as I see with my own eyes sometimes. He is good dead, I think—more than alive. How did he get his death?” “I had the pleasure of giving it to him,” replied Burnham coolly. “Ah! You have the great courage, the heart of stone,” she exclaimed. ‘My father was such—a soldier of France; but if he had been a pirate he could not have suffered contentment except he was the captain. And why is it not so with you? You kill that Hicks. You have the courage—the heart undismayed. I like you; and it may be I do not like Trimmer.” “You flatter me,” said Burnham, laughing low and heartlessly. “My dear, I must stop my ears, else I’ll get my gullet slit before my fortune is made. It is treason to listen to you. It is the cap- tain who divides and distributes the spoils, giving this to one and that to another. But at least there will be no harm in taking one kiss—if you will give She glanced up at him archly, neither consent Commichooks.com