Chapter 2

I was sure that I had found at last the one true cosmopolite since Adam, and I listened to his worldwide discourse fearful lest I should discover in it the local note of the mere globe-trotter. But his opinions never fluttered or drooped; he was as impartial to cities, countries and continents as the winds or gravitation. And as E. Rushmore Coglan prattled of this little planet I thought with glee of a great almost-cosmopolite who wrote for the whole world and dedicated himself to Bombay. In a poem he has to say that there is pride and rivalry between the cities of the earth, and that "the men that breed from them, they traffic up and down, but cling to their cities' hem as a child to the mother's gown." And whenever they walk "by roaring streets unknown" they remember their native city "most faithful, foolish, fond; making her mere-breathed name their bond upon their bond." And my glee was roused because I had caught Mr. Kipling napping. Here I had found a man not made from dust; one who had no narrow boasts of birthplace or country, one who, if he bragged at all, would brag of his whole round globe against the Martians and the inhabitants of the Moon.

Expression on these subjects was precipitated from E. Rushmore Coglan by the third corner to our table. While Coglan was describing to me the topography along the Siberian Railway the orchestra glided into a medley. The concluding air was "Dixie," and as the exhilarating notes tumbled forth they were almost overpowered by a great clapping of hands from almost every table.

It is worth a paragraph to say that this remarkable scene can be witnessed every evening in numerous cafes in the City of New York. Tons of brew have been consumed over theories to account for it. Some have conjectured hastily that all Southerners in town hie themselves to cafes at nightfall. This applause of the "rebel" air in a Northern city does puzzle a little; but it is not insolvable. The war with Spain, many years' generous mint and watermelon crops, a few long-shot winners at the New Orleans race-track, and the brilliant banquets given by the Indiana and Kansas citizens who compose the North Carolina Society have made the South rather a "fad" in Manhattan. Your manicure will lisp softly that your left forefinger reminds her so much of a gentleman's in Richmond, Va. Oh, certainly; but many a lady has to work now--the war, you know.

　　我确信自己终于发现了从亚当以来的第一个真正的世界公民，我倾听他纵横整个世界的宏论，生怕从中发现他仅仅是个环球旅行的地方口音。他的见解决非飘浮不定或令人沮丧，他对不同的城市、国家和各大洲都是不偏不依，有如吹风和万有引力一样自然。

　　正当Ｅ·拉什莫尔·科格兰对这小小的星球高谈阔论之际，我高兴地想起了一位差不多算伟大的世界公民来，他为整个世界而写作，把自己献给了孟买⑥。在一首诗中，他不得不说，地球上的城市之间不免有些妄自尊大，互相竞争，"靠这城市抚育着人们，让他们来来往往，但仅仅依附于城市的折缝之中，有如孩子依附于母亲的睡袍一样。"当他们走在"陌生的繁华街道上，"便会记起对故乡城镇是"多么忠诚、多么愚笨、多么令人喜爱，"使他们的名字与故乡的名字生死与共，紧紧相连。我的兴趣被激起来了，因为突然记起了吉卜林⑦的疏忽大意。现在，我已经找到了一个不是由尘埃造就的人，他不是狭隘地吹捧自己的出生地或自己的国家，如果说褒扬的话，他是在赞美圆圆的整个地球，而与火星人和月球的居民相抗衡。

　　关于这类问题的见解是坐在这张桌子的第三转角处的Ｅ·拉什莫尔·科格兰突然抛掷出来的。科格兰正在给我描绘西伯利亚铁路的地形时，乐队转成了集成曲。结束的曲调是"迪克西⑧"，振奋人心的乐曲加快时，几乎被张张桌子的人们鼓掌声所淹没。

值得花上一段来讲讲纽约市内众多的咖啡馆每天晚上处处可见的这种引人入胜的场面。成吨的饮料挥霍于阐释各种理论。有人轻率地猜测，城里所有的南方人在夜幕降临之际都赶紧上咖啡馆。在北方的一座城市里如此赞许这种"反叛"气氛真有点叫人迷惑不解，但并非不可解答。对西班牙的战争，多年来薄荷和西瓜等农作物的丰收，新奥尔良的跑道上暴出冷门的获胜者，由印地安纳和堪萨斯的居民所组成的"北卡罗来纳社团"举办盛大的宴会已经使南方成了曼哈顿的"时尚"。你修剪指甲暗示着你的左手食指会提醒她你是个弗吉尼亚州里士满的绅士。呵，当然罗，不过，现在不少女士不得不工作——战争，你是知道的。

　⑥孟买（Ｂｒｍｂａｙ）：印度一城市名。

　　⑦吉卜林〔Ｊｏｓｅｐｈ Ｒｕｄ－ｙａｒｄ Ｋｉｐｌｉｎｇ １８６５-１９３６〕：英国小说家、诗人，１９０７年获诺贝尔文学奖。

　　⑧迪克西（Ｄｉｘｉｅ）：美国南北战争时期在南部各州流行的战歌，现仍旧流行。