The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four Million
1908
The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four Million
1908
The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four Million, published in 1908 by O. Henry, is a collection of short stories that captures the essence of early 20th-century New York City. Through various characters and their experiences, the stories explore themes of love, ambition, and social commentary, reflecting the vibrancy and complexity of urban life. The collection opens with the titular story, where the narrator contemplates the 'voice' of the city, engaging with diverse characters to reveal the multifaceted nature of city existence. O. Henry's signature wit and clever twist endings enhance the narrative.
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“I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.””
— O. Henry
“Oh, I know what to do when I see victuals coming toward me in little old Bagdad-on-the-Subway. I strike the asphalt three times with my forehead and get ready to spiel yarns for my supper.””
— O. Henry
“We still say ‘the apple of the eye’ when we wish to describe something superlatively precious.””
— O. Henry
“Oh, come off your perch!" said the other man, who wore glasses. "Your premises won't come out in the wash. You wind-jammers who apply bandy-legged theories to concrete categorical syllogisms send logical conclusions skallybootin' into the infinitesimal ragbag. You can't pull my leg with an old sophism with whiskers on it.””
— O. Henry
“But now he was little more than a whimpering oyster led to be devoured on the sands of a Southern sea by the artful walrus, Circumstance, and the implacable carpenter, Fate.””
— O. Henry
“That sounds self-indulgent and gratifying without vulgar ostentation,” says I; “and I don’t see how money could be better invested. Give me a cuckoo clock and a Sep Winner’s Self-Instructor for the Banjo, and I’ll join you.””
— O. Henry
“Why, I've seen Kentuckians who hated whiskey, Virginians who weren't descended from Pocahontas, Indianians who hadn't written a novel, Mexicans who didn't wear velvet trousers with silver dollars sewed along the seams, funny Englishmen, spendthrift Yankees, cold-blooded Southerners, narrow- minded Westerners, and New Yorkers who were too busy to stop for an hour on the street to watch a one-armed grocer's clerk do up cranberries in paper bags. Let a man be a man and don't handicap him with the label of any section.””
— O. Henry
“For, even the preachers have begun to tell us that God is radium, or ether or some scientific compound, and that the worst we wicked ones may expect is a chemical reaction.””
— O. Henry
“But Elsie thought she could find it. She had heard that policemen, when politely addressed, or thumbscrewed by an investigation committee, will give up information and addresses.””
— O. Henry
