Saturday, November 7, 2015

#190 From the Cabby’s Seat- O. Henry


#190 From the Cabby’s Seat- O. Henry

Welcome back to a true O. Henry Friday! For the past few months I switched to authors winning the O.Henry prize, but like they say, there’s nothing like the original.

As usual, O. Henry paints a picture of late 19th century New York that no one else could. There are certain things in life that we all experience the same, no matter rich, poor, big, small, woman, child. This story relates the doings of a Hansom Cab driver making his way through the Urban Jungle.

“The cock-of-the-roost sits aloft like Jupiter on an unsharable seat, holding your fate between two thongs of inconstant leather. Helpless, ridiculous, confined, bobbing liker a toy mandarin, you sit like a rat in a trap—you, before whom butlers cringe on solid land—and must squeak upward through a slit in your peripatetic sarcophagus to make your feeble wished known…Then, in a cab, you are not even an occupant; you are contents.”



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