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T-flipperne-R25-v1 — H. C. Andersen, «Flipperne» (1848), ennoblement arm

The translation

There was once a gentleman of the most elegant description, whose entire establishment consisted of a single bootjack and a single comb; yet he was the possessor of the most exquisite linen collars in all the world, and it is of those collars that we are now to hear the history. They had by this time attained an age at which the thought of matrimony may properly be entertained, and it so befell that they were sent to the laundry in the company of a lady's garter.

"Upon my word," said the collar, "never in the whole course of my existence have I beheld a figure so slender and so delicate, so yielding and so exquisitely formed. May I not be permitted to enquire your name?"

"That I shall certainly not divulge," replied the garter.

"And where, may I ask, is your family seat?" enquired the collar.

But the garter was of a most retiring disposition, and considered the question a singular one to be required to answer.

"You are a girdle, I make no doubt," said the collar — "a girdle of the inner and more private sort. I perceive that you are designed at once for utility and for ornament, my dear young lady."

"You must not address me," said the garter. "I am not conscious of having afforded you the smallest encouragement."

"Nay, when a lady is possessed of such beauty as yours," said the collar, "that is encouragement in abundance."

"I must beg you not to approach me so nearly," said the garter. "You have altogether too masculine an air."

"I am myself a gentleman of fashion," said the collar. "I am the owner of a bootjack and of a comb." And this was by no means the truth, for it was his master who owned them; but he was much given to boasting.

"Do not come near me," said the garter. "I am unaccustomed to such freedoms."

"Insufferable prudery!" said the collar — and thereupon they were lifted from the wash. They were stiffened with starch, suspended upon a chair in the sunshine, and afterwards laid upon the ironing board; and there the heated iron came upon them.

"Madam!" cried the collar. "My dear little widow! I grow exceedingly warm. I am becoming altogether another creature; I am losing every one of my folds; you are burning me through! Alas! I make you an offer of my hand."

"Rags!" said the iron, and passed in all its pride across the collar; for it had persuaded itself that it was a steam boiler, destined to go out upon the railway and draw carriages behind it.

"Rags!" it repeated.

The collar had frayed a little about its edges, and accordingly the paper shears were brought to trim the fraying away.

"Oh!" exclaimed the collar. "You are surely the first dancer of the ballet! With what grace you extend your limbs! It is the most exquisite spectacle I have ever been privileged to witness; no mortal creature could accomplish the like."

"Of that I am well aware," said the shears.

"You are deserving of a countess's rank," said the collar. "All that I possess is one gentleman of fashion, one bootjack and one comb — would that I possessed an earldom besides!"

"Does the fellow presume to make an offer?" said the shears; for it had grown angry, and it gave him such a clip as settled the matter, and he was thereby condemned as worthless.

"I must address myself to the comb. It is remarkable, my dear young lady, that you should have preserved every one of your teeth," said the collar. "Have you never turned your thoughts to matrimony?"

"You might very well have supposed as much," said the comb. "I am betrothed to the bootjack."

"Betrothed!" said the collar. There was now no one remaining to whom he might address himself, and accordingly he affected to hold the whole business in contempt.

A long season passed, and the collar came at length into the bin of the paper-manufacturer. A great assembly of rags was gathered there, the fine sort keeping to themselves and the coarse sort to themselves, as is right and proper. All of them had much to relate, but the collar had most of all, for he was an accomplished boaster.

"I have had a truly prodigious number of sweethearts," said the collar. "I was never suffered to enjoy a moment's repose. I was a gentleman of fashion in those days, and stiffened with starch besides; I was the owner of both a bootjack and a comb, though I never had occasion to employ them. You should have seen me then — you should have seen me as I lay upon my side! Never shall I forget my first love: she was a girdle, so delicate, so yielding, so exquisitely formed; and she cast herself into a tub of water for my sake. There was likewise a certain widow who became red-hot with passion, but I left her to stand until she had turned quite black. And there was the first dancer of the ballet, who inflicted upon me the wound I carry to this hour, so ferocious was she. My own comb conceived an affection for me, and shed every tooth in her head from the grief of a disappointed love. Yes, I have undergone a great deal of that description. Yet nothing grieves me so much as the garter — the girdle, I should say — who went into the tub of water. I have a great deal upon my conscience; I stand in need of being made into white paper."

And so indeed it came to pass: all the rags were made into white paper, and the collar became this very sheet of white paper upon which the history is here printed; and that was on account of his having boasted so prodigiously afterwards of things that had never taken place at all. Let us therefore take the lesson to heart, that we may not conduct ourselves after the same fashion; for none of us can ever know whether we too may not one day come into the rag-bin and be made into white paper, and have the whole history of our lives imprinted upon us, even the most secret passages of it, and be obliged to run about the world ourselves and recite it, exactly as the collar did.

Translator's log

Frozen 2026-08-13 before any evaluation of this translation was designed. Coverage codes: P (the rule set predicted it), D (deviation, with reason), INT (decided by interpretation of the source, not by a rule), L (a loss the rule set caused).

Count: 24 logged decisions — P 19 · D 1 · INT 2 · L 2.

What the rule set did on its own, and it surprised me in one respect

E1 and E6 are the rules that do the visible work, and they fire on nearly every line of dialogue, because this source is almost all dialogue and almost all of it is low. What I did not expect before writing is how much of the movement came from E3 and E4 — expansion and clarification — rather than from vocabulary. Raising a word is a local act; supplying a connective changes the shape of the sentence, and the ennobled arm reads different at a distance where the vocabulary alone would not have made it so. This is a decision-level observation, not a claim about which is better, and R25's own limitations section already says the arm cannot attribute a register movement between the two mechanisms.

The register sites, one by one

The two places where E8 was the binding rule

R25 §Procedure 5d requires this check. Mock-heroic is the failure mode, and a comic tale about a boastful collar invites it at every line.

  1. The collar's final speech. Written once at full elevation, it read as a send-up of a Victorian memoir. I took the next-lowest option throughout — "I have undergone a great deal of that description" rather than "I have sustained no small measure of such vicissitudes" — because the second is a joke about the register and the first is merely in it.
  2. «Frier han!» → "Does the fellow presume to make an offer?" (INT). The Danish drops from formal «De» to contemptuous third-person «han». E1/E4 push toward supplying a noun; "the fellow" supplies one, and that is a real addition. I took it because the alternative that keeps the bare pronoun ("Does he presume—") reads in English as a stage aside, which is further from what the grammar is doing than the supplied noun is. The R06 arm has "Is he proposing?" here, so the two arms differ at this site by exactly the supplied noun and the raised verb, which makes the site usable.

E7 check (propositional content), performed clause by clause before freezing

Walked source against target. Three sites where a fact could be said to have moved, all three resolved as not moved:

No omissions found. No participants added. E7 holds.

What this arm gives up that the R06 arm keeps

Stated so it is on the record before anyone scores either text: the ennobled arm loses the speed of the dialogue. Andersen's exchanges are one line each and the comedy is in how fast the collar is rebuffed. Under E3 every line is longer, so the rebuffs land slower. That is not a defect of the execution; it is what the rule set is, and Berman's complaint is precisely that it is invisible to the translator committing it.