The people of the city heard this sound of time, and on these evenings of the waning summer their lives were subject to its spell. For the first time in many months one heard the sounds of quiet laughter in the streets at night, the voices of the people as they passed were strangely hushed, the sounds of life were immense, all murmurous as time itself.
This sense of peace, of resignation, of a quiet and tranquil18 sorrow and joy was everywhere; it may have been some quality of the summer air that imposed on all the violence of the city’s life a kind of muted harmony, but the spirit of this peace seemed to have entered the very flesh and spirit of the city, somehow to have tranquillized the feverish19 blood and nervous and exacerbated20 bodies of its people. For the first time in months their eyes were quiet and thoughtful and had lost their look of hatred21 and suspicion, hostility22 and mistrust. Their faces had lost their strained, hard, and hurried look, even their tongues had lost some of their strident, rasping, and abusive violence.
That immense and murmurous hush of time and sorrowful acceptance had touched even the life of youth. At night one still saw groups of young men walking through the streets, but even they had somehow been subdued23 and chastened by this spell of time. And in these bands of youth — these straggling bands of young men who struggle through the city streets at night in groups of six or eight, and who have become so much a part of our familiar experience and the city’s life that they no longer seem curious to us — the change that this great spell of time had wrought24 was perhaps more evident than anywhere else.
Where were the songs of youth upon those city streets? Where the laughter, the wild spontaneous mirth, the passion, warmth and golden poetry of youth? Where was the great boy Jason looking for brothers in the fellowship of that inspired adventure of man’s youth — the proud, deathless image of what all of us desire when young: where was it? Where were the noble thoughts and ardours of young men, the fierce and bitter desperation and the proud and foolish hopes, the grand dreams and the music of the fleeting25 and impossible reveries — all that makes youth lovely and desirable, and that keeps man’s faith — where was it among these young men on the city streets?
It was not there. Poor sallow, dark, swarthy creatures that they were, with rasping tongues, loose mouths and ugly jeering26 eyes, this infamous27 band of youth was death-inlife itself. It had been brought still-born from its mother’s womb into a world of city streets and corners, into all the waning violence of the tenement28, bitterly to try to root its meagre life into the rootless rock, meagrely to struggle in its infamous small phlegm along the pavements, feebly to imitate the feeble objects of its base idolatry — of which the most heroic was a gangster29, the most sagacious was a pimp, the most witty30 was some Broadway clown.
How often, have we seen them, heard them, turned away from them with weariness and disgust, as they straggled along at night, a meagre shirt-sleeved band of gangling31 sizes, each fearful and uneasy in the other’s eye, kicking the ash-cans over as feats32 of derring-do, trying for approbation33 with a hoarse34 call and a pitiable and mirthless striving after repartee35, of which the more glittering fragments ran like this:
“Hey-y . . . Eddy36! . . . Holy Jeez! . . . Hey-y, youse guys! . . . Cuh-mahn!”
“Ah-h, what’s yer hurry? . . . Hey-y! Youse udah guys! . . . Joe’s in a hurry . . . Who’s goin’ t’ pay duh taxi-ride?”
“Holy JEEZ! What’s keepin’ yuh! . . . Youse guys, cuh-mahn!”
“Ah-h, guh-wahn. . . . What’s t’ hurry? Where’s duh fire?”
Now in these nights of waning summer, even these raucous37 voices, the pitiable sterility38 of these feeble jests, that meagre and constricted39 speech consisting almost wholly of a few harsh cries and raucous imprecations that recurred40 intolerably, incredibly through all the repercussions41 of an idiotic42 monotony — all of the rootless, fearful, and horrible desolation of these young pavement lives — was somehow caught up in this great and tragic43 hush and spell of time, transmuted44 by it, until even their vast unloveliness of youth was given a sorrowful quality of pity and regret.
August came, and with it already a faint and troubling premonition of the autumn — a breath, a fragrance45, and an odour — that somehow spoke46 of summer’s ending, the premonitory thrill and promise of the voyage. What was it? It was one of those very strange and troubling odours known here in America, of which our lives are all compact, which we have lived and breathed and known with our blood, and for which we have no language. It is, somehow — the odour of cities, cities, cities — at the hour of evening, the scorched47 end of every expiring day — the smell of evening hush and peace and of the sea in harbours. It is the smell of old worn woods, warm, resinous48, sultry, getting into our very entrails somehow with its strange and nameless fragrance of sorrow and delight; the smell of the wooden baseball bleachers, of the old worn plankings of an amusement park, passed over by a million feet since morning; and it is the smell of street-cars, car-barns, the faded day-coach plush of trains, the smell of bridges and of old wharves49 and piers50, of hot tarred roofing, and of tar51 out in the streets, of summer’s fatigue52, quietness, and summer’s ending, the quiet and tranquil sorrow of memory as we remember youth, our father’s voice upon the nighttime summer porch, the smell of the grape-vines and the ripened53 grapes, the grinding screech54 and halt of a street-car on the hill above our father’s house, and the knowledge that all this is lost, our father dead, our childhood gone, another year, our first in the great man-swarm of the city, ended — and this, the knowledge of the bitter briefness of out days, is somehow mixed with the smell of the sea in harbours, the freshening breeze of evening, the call of ships, and, somehow, God knows how, with the intolerable thrill and promise of the unknown voyage.
And with this breath of autumn and the promise of the voyage there came to Eugene the news that Starwick was at that moment in the city — would stop there briefly55 on his way to Europe. At this time, also, Joel Pierce turned up and Eugene renewed an acquaintance that had begun in Cambridge and lapsed56 during the interim57.
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