We hear people complain about the subway: its brutal1 competitive struggle, its roaring fury and madness. We think they have not sufficiently2 considered it.
Any experience shared daily and for a long time by a great many people comes to have a communal3 and social importance; it is desirable to fill it with meaning and see whether there may not be some beauty in it. The task of civilization is not to be always looking wistfully back at a Good Time long ago, or always panting for a doubtful millennium4 to come; but to see the significance and secret of that which is around us. And so we say, in full seriousness, that for one observer at any rate the subway is a great school of human study. We will not say that it is an easy school: it is no kindergarten; the curriculum is strenuous5 and wearying, and not always conducive6 to blithe7 cheer.
[230]But what a tide of humanity, poured to and fro in great tides over which the units have little control. What a sharp and troubled awareness8 of our fellow-beings, drawn9 from study of those thousands of faces—the fresh living beauty of the girls, the faces of men empty of all but suffering and disillusion10, a shabby errand boy asleep, goggling11 with weariness and adenoids—so they go crashing through the dark in a patient fellowship of hope and mysterious endurance. How can one pass through this quotidian12 immersion13 in humanity without being, in some small degree, enriched by that admiring pity which is the only emotion that can permanently14 endure under the eye of a questioning star?
Why, one wonders, should we cry out at the pangs15 and scuffles of the subway? Do we expect great things to come to pass without corresponding suffering? Some day a great poet will be born in the subway—spiritually speaking; one great enough to show us the terrific and savage17 beauty of this multitudinous miracle. As one watches each of those passengers, riding with some inscrutable purpose of his own (or an even more inscrutable lack of purpose) toward duty or liberation, he may be touched with anger and contempt toward individuals; but he must admit the majesty18 of the spectacle in the mass. One who loves his country for a certain candour and quick vigour19 of spirit will view the scene again and again in the hope of spying out some secrets of the national mind and destiny. Daily he bathes in America. He has that curious sense of mystical meaning in common things that a traveller feels coming home from abroad, when he finds even the [231]most casual glimpses strangely pregnant with national identity. In the advertisements, despite all their absurdities20; in voices humorous or sullen21; even in the books that the girls are reading (for most girls read books in the subway) he will try to divine some authentic22 law of life.
He is but a poor and mean-spirited lover—whether of his city, his country, or anything else—who loves her only because he has known no other. We are shy of vociferating patriotism23 because it is callow and empty, sprung generally from mere24 ignorance. The true enthusiast25, we would like to think, is he who can travel daily some dozen or score of miles in the subway, plunged26 in the warm wedlock27 of the rush hours; and can still gather some queer loyalty28 to that rough, drastic experience. Other than a sense of pity and affection toward those strangely sculptured faces, all busy upon the fatal tasks of men, it is hard to be precise as to just what he has learned. But as the crowd pours from the cars, and shrugs29 off the burden of the journey, you may see them looking upward to console themselves with perpendicular30 loveliness leaping into the clear sky. Ah, they are well trained. All are oppressed and shackled31 by things greater than themselves; yet within their own orbits of free movement they are masters of the event. They are patient and friendly, and endlessly brave.
II
The train roared through the subway, that warm typhoon whipping light summer dresses in a multitudinous[232] flutter. All down the bright crowded aisle32 of patient humanity I could see their blowing colours.
My eyes were touched with Truth: I saw them as they are, beautiful and brave.
Is Time never sated with loveliness? How many million such he has devoured33, and must he take these, too? They are so young, so slender, so untutored, such unconscious vessels34 of amazing life; so courageous35 in their simple finery, so unaware36 of the Enemy that waits for us all. With what strange cruelties will he trouble them, their very gayety a temptation to his hand? See them on Broadway at the lunch hour, pouring in their vivacious37 thousands onto the pavement. Is there no one who wonders about these merry little hostages? Can you look on them without marvelling39 at their gallant40 mien41?
They are aware of their charms, but unconscious of their loveliness. Surely they are a new generation of their sex, cool, assured, even capable. They are happy, because they do not think too much; they are lovely, because they are so perishable42, because (despite their na?ve assumption of certainty) one knows them so delightfully43 only an innocent ornament44 of this business world of which they are so ignorant. They are the cheerful children of Down Town, and Down Town looks upon them with the affectionate compassion45 children merit. Their joys, their tragedies, are the emotions of children—all the more terrible for that reason.
And so you see them, day after day, blithely46 and gallantly47 faring onward48 in this Children's Crusade. Can you see that caravan49 of life without a pang16? For many it [233]is tragic50 to be young and beautiful and a woman. Luckily, they do not know it, and they never will. But in courage, and curiosity, and loveliness, how they put us all to shame. I see them, flashing by in a subway train, golden sphinxes, whose riddles52 (as Mr. Cabell said of Woman) are not worth solving. Yet they are all the more appealing for that fact. For surely to be a riddle51 which is not worth solving, and still is cherished as a riddle, is the greatest mystery of all. What strange journeys lie before them, and how triumphantly53 they walk the precipices54 as though they were mere meadow paths.
My eyes were touched with Truth, and I saw them as they are, beautiful and brave. And sometimes I think that even Time must be sated with loveliness; that he will not crumble55 them or mar38 their gallant childishness; that he will leave them, their bright dresses fluttering, as I have seem them in the subway many a summer day.
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