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A Midsummer Knight's Dream
Few people are familiar with the name William Sydney Porter (1862-1910), but, just as many remember Mark Twain and not Samuel L. Clemens, Porter is well known by the pen name O. Henry. And O. Henry became known as a master of surprise, with witty short stories that trade on wordplay and surprise twist endings that have become standard fare in the century following his death. O. Henry was living the routine life of a young pharmacist who dazzled people with his artistic drawing ability, creativity that successfully translated into literature. At first, O. Henry combined his writing and drawing for satire in The Rolling Stone, a failed venture, but his work helped him get notice around Texas. From there, his witty short stories were nearly as creative as his life, which saw him flee the country before getting arrested and imprisoned for embezzlement, leading to stories being written in settings as different as Honduras and a federal penitentiary. Using a pseudonym to hide the fact he was a prisoner, O. Henry became his best known name, and he used it for hundreds of short stories written between 1902-1910, when he died of cirrhosis of the liver due to heavy drinking.
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2,919 books1,891 followersSuch volumes as
Cabbages and Kings
(1904) and
The Four Million
(1906) collect short stories, noted for their often surprising endings, of American writer William Sydney Porter, who used the pen name O. Henry.
His biography shows where he found inspiration for his characters. His era produced their voices and his language.
Mother of three-year-old Porter died from tuberculosis. He left school at fifteen years of age and worked for five years in drugstore of his uncle and then for two years at a Texas sheep ranch.
In 1884, he went to Austin, where he worked in a real estate office and a church choir and spent four years as a draftsman in the general land office. His wife and firstborn died, but daughter Margaret survived him.
He failed to establish a small humorous weekly and afterward worked in poorly-run bank. When its accounts balanced not, people blamed and fired him.
In Houston, he worked for a few years until, ordered to stand trial for embezzlement, he fled to New Orleans and thence Honduras.
Two years later, he returned on account of illness of his wife. Apprehended, Porter served a few months more than three years in a penitentiary in Columbus, Ohio. During his incarceration, he composed ten short stories, including A Blackjack Bargainer , The Enchanted Kiss , and The Duplicity of Hargraves .
In 1899, McClure's published Whistling Dick's Christmas Story and Georgia's Ruling .
In Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he sent manuscripts to New York editors. In the spring of 1902, Ainslee's Magazine offered him a regular income if he moved to New York.
In less than eight years, he became a bestselling author of collections of short stories. Cabbages and Kings came first in 1904 The Four Million, and The Trimmed Lamp and Heart of the West followed in 1907, and The Voice of the City in 1908, Roads of Destiny and Options in 1909, Strictly Business and Whirligigs in 1910 followed.
Posthumously published collections include The Gentle Grafter about the swindler, Jeff Peters; Rolling Stones , Waifs and Strays , and in 1936, unsigned stories, followed.
People rewarded other persons financially more. A Retrieved Reformation about the safe-cracker Jimmy Valentine got $250; six years later, $500 for dramatic rights, which gave over $100,000 royalties for playwright Paul Armstrong. Many stories have been made into films.
His biography shows where he found inspiration for his characters. His era produced their voices and his language.
Mother of three-year-old Porter died from tuberculosis. He left school at fifteen years of age and worked for five years in drugstore of his uncle and then for two years at a Texas sheep ranch.
In 1884, he went to Austin, where he worked in a real estate office and a church choir and spent four years as a draftsman in the general land office. His wife and firstborn died, but daughter Margaret survived him.
He failed to establish a small humorous weekly and afterward worked in poorly-run bank. When its accounts balanced not, people blamed and fired him.
In Houston, he worked for a few years until, ordered to stand trial for embezzlement, he fled to New Orleans and thence Honduras.
Two years later, he returned on account of illness of his wife. Apprehended, Porter served a few months more than three years in a penitentiary in Columbus, Ohio. During his incarceration, he composed ten short stories, including A Blackjack Bargainer , The Enchanted Kiss , and The Duplicity of Hargraves .
In 1899, McClure's published Whistling Dick's Christmas Story and Georgia's Ruling .
In Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he sent manuscripts to New York editors. In the spring of 1902, Ainslee's Magazine offered him a regular income if he moved to New York.
In less than eight years, he became a bestselling author of collections of short stories. Cabbages and Kings came first in 1904 The Four Million, and The Trimmed Lamp and Heart of the West followed in 1907, and The Voice of the City in 1908, Roads of Destiny and Options in 1909, Strictly Business and Whirligigs in 1910 followed.
Posthumously published collections include The Gentle Grafter about the swindler, Jeff Peters; Rolling Stones , Waifs and Strays , and in 1936, unsigned stories, followed.
People rewarded other persons financially more. A Retrieved Reformation about the safe-cracker Jimmy Valentine got $250; six years later, $500 for dramatic rights, which gave over $100,000 royalties for playwright Paul Armstrong. Many stories have been made into films.
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January 5, 2023
O. Henry's "A Midsummer Knight's Dream" is another cute romantic O. Henry style short story that concerns summertime in the city compared to the countryside.
Story in short- Gaines remembers a time in the country but he declares he loves the city in the summer heat.
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A man stood at Thirty-fourth street waiting for a downtown car. A man of forty, gray-haired, pink-faced, keen, nervous, plainly dressed, with a harassed look around the eyes. He wiped his forehead and laughed loudly when a fat man with an outing look stopped and spoke with him. “No, siree,” he shouted with defiance and scorn. “None of your old mosquito-haunted swamps and skyscraper mountains without elevators for me. When I want to get away from hot weather I know how
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to do it. New York, sir, is the finest summer resort in the country. Keep in the shade and watch your diet, and don’t get too far away from an electric fan. Talk about your Adirondacks and your Catskills! There’s more solid comfort in the borough of Manhattan than in all the rest of the country together. No, siree! No tramping up perpendicular cliffs and being waked up at 4 in the morning by a million flies, and eating canned goods straight from the city for me. Little old New York will take a few select summer boarders; comforts and conveniences of homes — that’s the ad. that I answer every time.” “You need a vacation,” said the fat man, looking closely at the other. “You haven’t been away from town in years. Better come with me for two weeks, anyhow. The trout in the Beaverkill are jumping at anything now that looks like a fly. Harding writes me that he landed a three-pound brown last week.” “Nonsense!” cried the other man. “Go ahead, if you like, and boggle around in rubber boots wearing yourself out trying to catch fish. When I want one I go to a cool restaurant and order it. I laugh at you fellows whenever I think of you hustling around in the heat in the country thinking you are having a good time. For me Father Knickerbocker’s little improved farm with the big shady lane running through the middle of it.” The fat man sighed over his friend and went his way. The man who thought New York was the greatest summer resort in the country boarded a car and went buzzing down to his office. On the way he threw away his newspaper and looked up at a ragged patch of sky above the housetops. “Three pounds!” he muttered, absently. “And Harding isn’t a liar. I believe, if I could — but it’s impossible — they’ve got to have another month — another month at least.” In his office the upholder of urban midsummer joys dived, headforemost, into the swimming pool of business. Adkins, his clerk, came and added a spray of letters, memoranda and telegrams.
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Gaines and a rich man have eyes on pretty Mary during a country and want her for themselves. Gaines wins her hand and though he likes the country and fishing he says he prefers the country because he has not enough money to send his wife and kids to the countryside if he went too. What a wonderful choice she made in him for a husband, he that cares for his family so much. The rich man might have been a good father and husband but what sacrifices would he truly have to give up. She went with the one she loved.
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At 5 o’clock in the afternoon the busy man leaned back in his office chair, put his feet on the desk and mused aloud: “I wonder what kind of bait Harding used.”
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She was all in white that day; and thereby Compton lost a bet to Gaines. Compton had wagered she would wear light blue, for she knew that was his favorite color, and Compton was a millionaire’s
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son, and that almost laid him open to the charge of betting on a sure thing. But white was her choice, and Gaines held up his head with twenty-five’s lordly air. The little summer hotel in the mountains had a lively crowd that year. There were two or three young college men and a couple of artists and a young naval officer on one side. On the other there were enough beauties among the young ladies for the correspondent of a society paper to refer to them as a “bevy.” But the moon among the
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stars was Mary Sewell. Each one of the young men greatly desired to arrange matters so that he could pay her millinery bills, and fix the furnace, and have her do away with the “Sewell” part of her name forever. Those who could stay only a week or two went away hinting at pistols and blighted hearts. But Compton stayed like the mountains themselves, for he could afford it. And Gaines stayed because he was a fighter and wasn’t afraid of millionaire’s sons, and — well, he adored the country.
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“What do you think, Miss Mary?” he said once. “I knew a duffer in New York who claimed to like it in the summer time. Said you could keep cooler there than you could in the woods. Wasn’t he an awful silly? I don’t think I could breathe on Broadway after the 1st of June.” “Mamma was thinking of going back week after next,” said Miss Mary with a lovely frown. “But when you think of it,” said Gaines, “there are lots of jolly places in town in the summer. The roof
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gardens, you know, and the — er — the roof gardens.” Deepest blue was the lake that day — the day when they had the mock tournament, and the men rode clumsy farm horses around in a glade in the woods and caught curtain rings on the end of a lance. Such fun! Cool and dry as the finest wine came the breath of the shadowed forest. The valley below was a vision seen through an opal haze. A white mist from hidden falls blurred the green of a hand’s
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breadth of tree tops half-way down the gorge. Youth made merry hand-in-hand with young summer. Nothing on Broadway like that. The villagers gathered to see the city folks pursue their mad drollery. The woods rang with the laughter of pixies and naiads and sprites. Gaines caught most of the rings. His was the privilege to crown the queen of the tournament. He was the conquering knight — as far as the rings went. On his arm he wore a white scarf. Compton wore light blue. She had declared her preference for blue, but she wore white that day. Gaines looked about for the queen to crown her. He heard her merry laugh, as if from the clouds. She had slipped away and climbed Chimney Rock, a little granite bluff, and stood there, a white fairy among the laurels, fifty feet above their heads. Instantly he and Compton accepted the implied challenge. The bluff was easily mounted at the rear, but the front offered small hold to hand or foot. Each man quickly selected his route and began to climb, A crevice, a bush, a slight projection, a vine or tree branch — all of these were aids that counted in the race. It was all foolery — there was no stake; but there was youth in it, cross reader, and light hearts, and something else that Miss Clay writes so charmingly about. Gaines gave a great tug at the root of a laurel and pulled himself to Miss Mary’s feet. On his arm he carried the wreath of roses; and while the villagers and summer boarders
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screamed and applauded below he placed it on the queen’s brow. “You are a gallant knight,” said Miss Mary. “If I could be your true knight always,” began Gaines, but Miss Mary laughed him dumb, for Compton scrambled over the edge of the rock one minute behind time. What a twilight that was when they drove back to the hotel! The opal of the valley turned slowly to purple, the dark woods framed the lake as a mirror, the tonic air stirred the very soul in one. The first pale
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stars came out over the mountain tops where yet a faint glow of —
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“I beg your pardon, Mr. Gaines,” said Adkins. The man who believed New York to be the finest summer resort in the world opened his eyes and kicked over the mucilage bottle on his desk. “I — I believe I was asleep,” he said.
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“It’s the heat,” said Adkins. “It’s something awful in the city these” — “Nonsense!” said the other. “The city beats the country ten to one in summer. Fools go out tramping in muddy brooks and wear themselves out trying to catch little fish as long as your finger. Stay in town and keep comfortable — that’s my idea.” “Some letters just came,” said Adkins. “I thought you might like to glance at them before you go.” Let us look over his shoulder and read just a few lines of one of them:
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My Dear, Dear Husband: Just received your letter ordering us to stay another month. ... Rita’s cough is almost gone. ... Johnny has simply gone wild like a little Indian ... Will be the making of both children ... work so hard, and I know that your business can hardly afford to keep us here so long ... best man that ever ... you always pretend that you like the city in summer ... trout fishing that you used to be so fond of ... and all to keep us well and happy ... come to you if it were not doing the babies so much good. ... I
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stood last evening on Chimney Rock in exactly the same spot where I was when you put the wreath of roses on my head ... through all the world ... when you said you would be my true knight ... fifteen years ago, dear, just think! ... have always been that to me ... ever and ever, Mary. The man who said he thought New York the finest summer resort in the country dropped into a café on his way home and had a glass of beer under an electric fan.
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“Wonder what kind of a fly old Harding used,” he said to himself.
Story in short- Gaines remembers a time in the country but he declares he loves the city in the summer heat.
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A man stood at Thirty-fourth street waiting for a downtown car. A man of forty, gray-haired, pink-faced, keen, nervous, plainly dressed, with a harassed look around the eyes. He wiped his forehead and laughed loudly when a fat man with an outing look stopped and spoke with him. “No, siree,” he shouted with defiance and scorn. “None of your old mosquito-haunted swamps and skyscraper mountains without elevators for me. When I want to get away from hot weather I know how
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to do it. New York, sir, is the finest summer resort in the country. Keep in the shade and watch your diet, and don’t get too far away from an electric fan. Talk about your Adirondacks and your Catskills! There’s more solid comfort in the borough of Manhattan than in all the rest of the country together. No, siree! No tramping up perpendicular cliffs and being waked up at 4 in the morning by a million flies, and eating canned goods straight from the city for me. Little old New York will take a few select summer boarders; comforts and conveniences of homes — that’s the ad. that I answer every time.” “You need a vacation,” said the fat man, looking closely at the other. “You haven’t been away from town in years. Better come with me for two weeks, anyhow. The trout in the Beaverkill are jumping at anything now that looks like a fly. Harding writes me that he landed a three-pound brown last week.” “Nonsense!” cried the other man. “Go ahead, if you like, and boggle around in rubber boots wearing yourself out trying to catch fish. When I want one I go to a cool restaurant and order it. I laugh at you fellows whenever I think of you hustling around in the heat in the country thinking you are having a good time. For me Father Knickerbocker’s little improved farm with the big shady lane running through the middle of it.” The fat man sighed over his friend and went his way. The man who thought New York was the greatest summer resort in the country boarded a car and went buzzing down to his office. On the way he threw away his newspaper and looked up at a ragged patch of sky above the housetops. “Three pounds!” he muttered, absently. “And Harding isn’t a liar. I believe, if I could — but it’s impossible — they’ve got to have another month — another month at least.” In his office the upholder of urban midsummer joys dived, headforemost, into the swimming pool of business. Adkins, his clerk, came and added a spray of letters, memoranda and telegrams.
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Gaines and a rich man have eyes on pretty Mary during a country and want her for themselves. Gaines wins her hand and though he likes the country and fishing he says he prefers the country because he has not enough money to send his wife and kids to the countryside if he went too. What a wonderful choice she made in him for a husband, he that cares for his family so much. The rich man might have been a good father and husband but what sacrifices would he truly have to give up. She went with the one she loved.
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At 5 o’clock in the afternoon the busy man leaned back in his office chair, put his feet on the desk and mused aloud: “I wonder what kind of bait Harding used.”
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She was all in white that day; and thereby Compton lost a bet to Gaines. Compton had wagered she would wear light blue, for she knew that was his favorite color, and Compton was a millionaire’s
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son, and that almost laid him open to the charge of betting on a sure thing. But white was her choice, and Gaines held up his head with twenty-five’s lordly air. The little summer hotel in the mountains had a lively crowd that year. There were two or three young college men and a couple of artists and a young naval officer on one side. On the other there were enough beauties among the young ladies for the correspondent of a society paper to refer to them as a “bevy.” But the moon among the
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stars was Mary Sewell. Each one of the young men greatly desired to arrange matters so that he could pay her millinery bills, and fix the furnace, and have her do away with the “Sewell” part of her name forever. Those who could stay only a week or two went away hinting at pistols and blighted hearts. But Compton stayed like the mountains themselves, for he could afford it. And Gaines stayed because he was a fighter and wasn’t afraid of millionaire’s sons, and — well, he adored the country.
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“What do you think, Miss Mary?” he said once. “I knew a duffer in New York who claimed to like it in the summer time. Said you could keep cooler there than you could in the woods. Wasn’t he an awful silly? I don’t think I could breathe on Broadway after the 1st of June.” “Mamma was thinking of going back week after next,” said Miss Mary with a lovely frown. “But when you think of it,” said Gaines, “there are lots of jolly places in town in the summer. The roof
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gardens, you know, and the — er — the roof gardens.” Deepest blue was the lake that day — the day when they had the mock tournament, and the men rode clumsy farm horses around in a glade in the woods and caught curtain rings on the end of a lance. Such fun! Cool and dry as the finest wine came the breath of the shadowed forest. The valley below was a vision seen through an opal haze. A white mist from hidden falls blurred the green of a hand’s
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breadth of tree tops half-way down the gorge. Youth made merry hand-in-hand with young summer. Nothing on Broadway like that. The villagers gathered to see the city folks pursue their mad drollery. The woods rang with the laughter of pixies and naiads and sprites. Gaines caught most of the rings. His was the privilege to crown the queen of the tournament. He was the conquering knight — as far as the rings went. On his arm he wore a white scarf. Compton wore light blue. She had declared her preference for blue, but she wore white that day. Gaines looked about for the queen to crown her. He heard her merry laugh, as if from the clouds. She had slipped away and climbed Chimney Rock, a little granite bluff, and stood there, a white fairy among the laurels, fifty feet above their heads. Instantly he and Compton accepted the implied challenge. The bluff was easily mounted at the rear, but the front offered small hold to hand or foot. Each man quickly selected his route and began to climb, A crevice, a bush, a slight projection, a vine or tree branch — all of these were aids that counted in the race. It was all foolery — there was no stake; but there was youth in it, cross reader, and light hearts, and something else that Miss Clay writes so charmingly about. Gaines gave a great tug at the root of a laurel and pulled himself to Miss Mary’s feet. On his arm he carried the wreath of roses; and while the villagers and summer boarders
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 7553
screamed and applauded below he placed it on the queen’s brow. “You are a gallant knight,” said Miss Mary. “If I could be your true knight always,” began Gaines, but Miss Mary laughed him dumb, for Compton scrambled over the edge of the rock one minute behind time. What a twilight that was when they drove back to the hotel! The opal of the valley turned slowly to purple, the dark woods framed the lake as a mirror, the tonic air stirred the very soul in one. The first pale
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 7557
stars came out over the mountain tops where yet a faint glow of —
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“I beg your pardon, Mr. Gaines,” said Adkins. The man who believed New York to be the finest summer resort in the world opened his eyes and kicked over the mucilage bottle on his desk. “I — I believe I was asleep,” he said.
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“It’s the heat,” said Adkins. “It’s something awful in the city these” — “Nonsense!” said the other. “The city beats the country ten to one in summer. Fools go out tramping in muddy brooks and wear themselves out trying to catch little fish as long as your finger. Stay in town and keep comfortable — that’s my idea.” “Some letters just came,” said Adkins. “I thought you might like to glance at them before you go.” Let us look over his shoulder and read just a few lines of one of them:
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My Dear, Dear Husband: Just received your letter ordering us to stay another month. ... Rita’s cough is almost gone. ... Johnny has simply gone wild like a little Indian ... Will be the making of both children ... work so hard, and I know that your business can hardly afford to keep us here so long ... best man that ever ... you always pretend that you like the city in summer ... trout fishing that you used to be so fond of ... and all to keep us well and happy ... come to you if it were not doing the babies so much good. ... I
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stood last evening on Chimney Rock in exactly the same spot where I was when you put the wreath of roses on my head ... through all the world ... when you said you would be my true knight ... fifteen years ago, dear, just think! ... have always been that to me ... ever and ever, Mary. The man who said he thought New York the finest summer resort in the country dropped into a café on his way home and had a glass of beer under an electric fan.
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“Wonder what kind of a fly old Harding used,” he said to himself.
November 22, 2016
A sweet, light short story, and I have arranged my thoughts on it into a haiku:
"No sword goes rusty
If it never gives up the fight,
For home and for her."
"No sword goes rusty
If it never gives up the fight,
For home and for her."
February 23, 2024
Курортник
В сердце убеждённого трудоголика живёт курортник. Главный герой убеждённый трудоголик и в самые жаркие летние месяцы сидит в своей конторе, потеет, вечером восхваляет прелести сидения в Нью-Йорке и утомлённый грезит о своём прошлом, когда он ещё был курортником. В конце мы узнаём причины его поведения.
Это навело меня на некоторые исторические размышления. Северо-Восточное побережье США отличается мягким климатом, но в летние месяцы на побережье бывает довольно жарко и влажно. Выход показала природа: недалеко находятся невысокие Аппалачи и их предгорья (Катскилл и другие). Так что ещё в 19 веке там выросли многочисленные горные отели, которые предлагали приличным людям отдых от городской жыры и толчеи в летние месяцы. Так что стало считаться приличным выезжать на лето из города в горы, благо ехать было недалеко. Когда Витте приехал в Вашингтон для ведения переговоров с японцами, Теодор Рузвельт предложил ему перебраться в какое-то более прохладное место, поскольку в Вашингтоне стояла "совершенно омерзительная жара". И переговоры были перенесены в Портсмут и договор стал портсмутским. Были выбраны не горы, а море и, кажется, Рузвельт предложил покататься на его яхте. Появление кондиционеров сделало нахождение в городе не таким удушающим, а развитие самолётов расширило ареал отдыха горожан. Так что многие роскошные отели недалеко от Нью-Йорка закрылись, а другие стали скорее горнолыжными.
В сердце убеждённого трудоголика живёт курортник. Главный герой убеждённый трудоголик и в самые жаркие летние месяцы сидит в своей конторе, потеет, вечером восхваляет прелести сидения в Нью-Йорке и утомлённый грезит о своём прошлом, когда он ещё был курортником. В конце мы узнаём причины его поведения.
Это навело меня на некоторые исторические размышления. Северо-Восточное побережье США отличается мягким климатом, но в летние месяцы на побережье бывает довольно жарко и влажно. Выход показала природа: недалеко находятся невысокие Аппалачи и их предгорья (Катскилл и другие). Так что ещё в 19 веке там выросли многочисленные горные отели, которые предлагали приличным людям отдых от городской жыры и толчеи в летние месяцы. Так что стало считаться приличным выезжать на лето из города в горы, благо ехать было недалеко. Когда Витте приехал в Вашингтон для ведения переговоров с японцами, Теодор Рузвельт предложил ему перебраться в какое-то более прохладное место, поскольку в Вашингтоне стояла "совершенно омерзительная жара". И переговоры были перенесены в Портсмут и договор стал портсмутским. Были выбраны не горы, а море и, кажется, Рузвельт предложил покататься на его яхте. Появление кондиционеров сделало нахождение в городе не таким удушающим, а развитие самолётов расширило ареал отдыха горожан. Так что многие роскошные отели недалеко от Нью-Йорка закрылись, а другие стали скорее горнолыжными.
July 27, 2019
3 1/2 stars. He puts a brave face on it, saying that New York City in the summer is the place to be but secretly he dreams about the summer he was in Upper New York and wooed his lady who now is his wife up in those same Adirondacks Mountains with their children. He may have played at being a knight when he wooed his lady but he is a different type of knight slaving away in the hot city so his family can have the best.
June 29, 2023
The writing was a bit difficult to understand but was written just like a Shakespeare play. This was beautiful and very loving.
January 12, 2026
I love the story but having lived in NY and other places... New Yorkers don't know what hot is... and that's why they can have medieval knights games in grassy knolls! 🤣
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