He didn't feel in a hurry, not in the least agitated, but he went out of the window, took the sash with him, not that he wanted anything of the sash, but it seemed very convenient to take it along. The vandal visits Venice that has existed as a republic for 1400 years, and laughs to scorn the armies and navies of the world. Here he hears the song of the romantic gondolier. But not too fast. It is grand to glide down street in a gondola instead of a street car.
Business men step out, put on their gloves, and glide down to their counting rooms.
The ladies kiss good-bye, play all the secret deceptions of the sex in our own land, but keep the gondolier waiting instead of the private carriage. The go shopping just the same and compel the poor clerks to lay down tons of silks, bombazines, corduroys and the like, and then buy a paper of pins and have it sent home by the errand boy. The old doctor wanted to see Scylla and Charybdis. He was up at night with his everlasting spyglass. I thought it was Sodom and Gomorrah.