#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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