We hear of them, and we see foreign labels on much luggage, but we find travellers instead of cosmopolites. Rushmore Coglan amongst the café's patrons. One of us mentioned three Wurzburgers to the waiter; the dark-haired young man acknowledged his inclusion in the order by a smile and a nod. A Cosmopolite in a Cafe — Космополит в кафе Кто такой космополит? He was my discovery and I believed in him. The maximum number of cribs in a room is 1.
I hastened to ask him a question because I wanted to try out a theory I had. It's a mighty little old world. Just put me down as E. Rushmore Coglan, citizen of the terrestrial sphere. He was best at description and in this story he is describing the guy who has a story for every occassion.
Rushmore Coglan, and is heard of from Coney Island. In Houston, he worked for a few years until — ordered to stand trial for embezzlement — he fled to New Orleans and thence, to Honduras. The horizon leans forward, Offering you space To place new steps of change Here, on the pulse of this fine day You may have the courage To look up and out and upon me, The Rock, the River, the Tree, you country. It all started in midnight, when it was crowded with many people. I invoke your consideration of the scene--the marble-topped tables, the range of leather-upholstered wall seats, the gay company, the ladies dressed in demi-state toilets, speaking in an exquisite visible chorus of taste, economy, opulence or art; the sedulous and largess-loving garcons, the music wisely catering to all with its raids upon the composers; the melange of talk and laughter--and, if you will, the Wurzburger in the tall glass cones that bend to your lips as a ripe cherry sways on its branch to the beak of a robber jay.
No matter how much worse it gets, the places were I grew up in, met the most precious people in my life and created the best memories will always make me feel welcome and at home. His wife and firstborn died, but daughter Margaret survived him. I knew a New Yorker who was kidnapped for ransom by some Afghanistan bandits. That is when they found out that Coglan was a fake cosmopolite. Rushmore Coglan and a stranger to me engaged in terrific battle. I've seen a Southerner on being introduced to the King of England hand that monarch, without batting his eyes, the information that his grand—aunt on his mother's side was related by marriage to the Perkinses, of Charleston. Tons of brew have been consumed over theories to account for it.
Any type of extra bed or crib is upon request and needs to be confirmed by management. It's a mighty little old world. We hear of them, and we see foreign labels on much luggage, but we find travellers instead of cosmopolites. 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. It's a mighty little old world. He is astonished when the waiter says Coglan ''got hot on account of things said about the bum sidewalks and water supply of the place he come from by the other guy.
At midnight the café was crowded. I pay rent on a room in Cairo, Egypt, and another in Yokohama all the year around. We should not allow differences of nationality or class or gender or ethnic membership erect barriers between us and fellow human beings. Please join us here to explore issues of identity and belonging which are inextricably intertwined with the historical considerations of truth, goodness and beauty. Let a man be a man and don't handicap him with the label of any section.
We can recognize that each human being is human first and foremost, and possesses an inviolability founded on universal moral justice. 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. That ratio of potential to enacted meanness holds at close to zero any day of the year. I knew a New Yorker who was kidnapped for ransom by some Afghanistan bandits. We should recognize humanity wherever it occurs and give its basic ingredients--reason and moral and spiritual capacities--our first attention, allegiance and respect. They do not have one home, but many in different places. Those ideas don't suit me.
A few months ago I had the pleasure to lay my hands to a collection of his short stories — 100 of them to be precise, for which I have to thank my lovely girlfriend. So I was left with the would-be periwinkle, who was reduced to Wurzburger without further ability to voice his aspirations to perch, melodious, upon the summit of a valley. It'll be a better world when we quit being fools about some mildewed town or ten acres of swampland just because we happened to be born there. By some chance the little table at which I sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons. Some day all this petty pride in one's city or State or section or country will be wiped out, and we'll all be citizens of the world, as we ought to be.
I've met a good many object-bound citizens of this country abroad. Your manicure will lisp softly that your left forefinger reminds her so much of a gentleman's in Richmond, Va. The coast tram stop is less than 250 m away and offers direct services to towns and attractions including Ostend and Plopsaland Theme Park in De Panne. He's been all around the world, and know a lot about the world also. Being separated from the people I love and the place I grew up, where all of my most precious memories were created was something that hurt me a lot.
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. He dragged you through an Arkansas post-oak swamp, let you dry for a moment on the alkali plains of his Idaho ranch, then whirled you into the society of Viennese archdukes. Self-interest is biologically rooted in mammals. However, if we remain within the cognitive, emotional, aesthetic and moral concerns and confines of our tribe only, the problems facing the planet and humanity remain unrecognized for the most part. So I was left with the would-be periwinkle, who was reduced to Wurzburger without further ability to voice his aspirations to perch, melodious, upon the summit of a valley. And I think this is how it is for most people, I have talked to a lot of people during my education aboard and they all shared the same opinion as me.