By John Galsworthy
EVOLUTION, by John Galsworthy, in his The Inn of Tranquillity, New York, Charles Scribner\'s Sons, 1912. As reprinted in Chamberlain and Bolton,Progressive Readings in Prose, pp. 45-47.
John Galsworthy （1867-1933）, English novelist, is well known among present-day English writers of plays and novels subtly analyzing the upper and the middle classes of England and revealing the conditions which largely determine them. Of his novels The Patrician, dealing with class distinctions and conventions, and The Man of Property, studying the passion for possession in the Forsyte family, are best known.Strife, a powerful account of the evil and the futility of a strike, and Justice, an indictment of the English legal system, are two of his finest plays.Evolution（1910）is a characteristic essay in its treatment of a changing phase of society and is typical of the exposition which combines the informality of the essay with the narrative interest of fiction.
Coming out of the theater, we found it utterly impossible to get a taxicab; and, though it was raining slightly, walked through Leicester Square in the hope of picking one up as it returned down Piccadily. Numbers of hansoms and four-wheelers passed, or stood by the curb, hailing us feebly, or not even attempting to attract our attention, but every taxi seemed to have its load. At Piccadily Circus, losing patience, we beckoned to a four-wheeler and resigned ourselves to a long, slow journey. A sou\'westerly air blew through the open windows, and there was in it the scent of change, that wet scent which visits even the hearts and towns and inspires the watcher of their myriad activities with thought of the restless Force that forever cries: 「On, on!」 But gradually the steady patter of the horse\'s hoofs, the rattling of the windows, the slow thudding of the wheels, pressed on us so drowsily that when, at last, we reached home we were more than half asleep. The fare was two shillings, and, standing in the lamplight to make sure the coin was a half-crown before handing it to the driver, we happened to look up. This cabman appeared to be a man of about sixty, with a long thin face, whose chin and drooping gray mustaches seemed in permanent repose on the up-turned collar of his old blue overcoat. But the remarkable features of his face were the two furrows down his cheeks, so deep and hollow that it seemed as though that face were a collection of bones without coherent flesh, among which the eyes were sunk back so far that they had lost their luster. He sat quite motionless, gazing at the tail of his horse. And, almost unconsciously, one added the rest of one\'s silver to that half-crown. He took the coins without speaking; but, as we were turning into the garden gate, we heard him say:
「Thank you; you\'ve saved my life.」
Not knowing, either of us, what to reply to such a curious speech, we closed the gate again and came back to the cab.
「Are things so very bad?」
「They are,」 replied the cabman. 「It\'s done with—is this job. We\'re not wanted now.」 And, taking up his whip, he prepared to drive away.
「How long have they been as bad as this?」
The cabman dropped his hand again, as though glad to rest it, and answered incoherently:
「Thirty-five year I\'ve been drivin\' a cab.」
And, sunk again in contemplation of his horse\'s tail, he could only be roused by many questions to express himself, having, as it seemed, no knowledge of the habit.
「I don\'t blame the taxis, I don\'t blame nobody. It\'s come on us, that\'s what it has. I left the wife this morning with nothing in the house. She was saying to me only yesterday:『What have you brought home the last four months? \' 『Put it at six shillings a week, \' I said. 『No, \' she said, 『seven.\' Well, that\'s right—she enters it all down in her book.」
「You are really going short of food?」
The cabman smiled; and that smile between those two deep hollows was surely as strange as ever shone on a human face.
「You may say that,」 he said. 「Well, what does it amount to? Before I picked you up, I had one eighteenpenny fare to-day; and yesterday I took five shillings. And I\'ve got seven bob a day to pay for the cab, and that\'s low, too. There\'s many and many a proprietor that\'s broke and gone—every bit as bad as us. They let us down as easy as ever they can; you can\'t get blood from a stone, can you?」 Once again he smiled. 「I\'m sorry for them, too, and I\'m sorry for the horses, though they come out the best of the three of us, I do believe.」
One of us muttered something about the Public.
The cabman turned his face and stared down through the darkness.
「The Public?」 he said, and his voice had in it a faint surprise. 「Well, they all want the taxis. It\'s natural. They get about faster in them, and time\'s money. I was seven hours before I picked you up. And then you was lookin\' for a taxi. Them as take us because they can\'t get better, they\'re not in a good temper, as a rule. And there\'s a few old ladies that\'s frightened of the motors, but old ladies aren\'t never very free with their money—can\'t afford to be, the most of them, I expect.」
「Everybody\'s sorry for you; one would have thought that—」
He interrupted quietly: 「Sorrow don\'t buy bread. . . . I never had nobody ask me about things before.」 And, slowly moving his long face from side to side, he added: 「Besides, what could people do? They can\'t be expected to support you; and if they started askin\' you questions they\'d feel it very awkward. They know that, I suspect. Of course, there\'s such a lot of us; the hansoms are pretty nigh as bad off as we are. Well, we\'re gettin\' fewer every day, that\'s one thing.」
Not knowing whether or no to manifest sympathy with this extinction, we approached the horse. It was a horse that 「stood over」 a good deal at the knee, and in the darkness seemed to have innumerable ribs. And suddenly one of us said: 「Many people want to see nothing but taxis on the streets, if only for the sake of the horses.」
The cabman nodded.
「This old fellow,」 he said, 「never carried a deal of flesh. His grub don\'t put spirit into him nowadays; it\'s not up to much in quality, but he gets enough of it.」
「And you don\'t.」
The cabman again took up his whip.
「I don\'t suppose,」 he said without emotion, 「any one could ever find another job for me now. I\'ve been at this too long. It\'ll be the workhouse, if it\'s not the other thing.」
And hearing us mutter that it seemed cruel, he smiled for the third time.
「Yes,」 he said slowly, 「it\'s a bit \'ard on us, because we\'ve done nothing to deserve it. But things are like that, so far as I can see. One thing comes pushin\' out another, and so you go on. I\'ve thought about it—you get to thinkin\' and worryin\' about the rights o\' things, sittin\' up here all day. No, I don\'t see anything for it. It\'ll soon be the end of us now—can\'t last much longer. And I don\'t know that I\'ll be sorry to have done with it. It\'s pretty well broke my spirit.」
「There was a fund got up.」
「Yes, it helped a few of us to learn the motor drivin\'; but what\'s the good of that to me, at my time of life? Sixty, that\'s my age; I\'m not the only one—there\'s hundreds like me. We\'re not fit for it, that\'s the fact; we haven\'t got the nerve now. It\'d want a mint of money to help us. And what you say\'s the truth—people want to see the end of us. They want the taxis—our day\'s over. I\'m not complaining; you asked me about it yourself.」
And for the third time he raised his whip.
「Tell me what you would have done if you had been given your fare and just sixpence over?」
The cabman stared downward, as though puzzled by that question.
「Done? Why, nothing. What could I have done?」
「But you said that it had saved your life.」
「Yes, I said that,」 he answered slowly; 「I was feelin\' a bit low. You can\'t help it sometimes; it\'s the thing comin\' on you, and no way out of it—that\'s what gets over you. We try not to think about it, as a rule.」
And this time, with a 「Thank you, kindly!」 he touched his horse\'s flank with the whip. Like a thing aroused from sleep the forgotten creature started and began to draw the cabman away from us. Very slowly they traveled down the road among the shadows of the trees broken by lamplight. Above us, white ships of cloud were sailing rapidly across the dark river of sky on the wind which smelled of change. And, after the cab was lost to sight, that wind still brought to us the dying sound of the slow wheels.
Notes
taxicab, a motor cab or car, fitted with a taximeter that registers the distance covered by the car and at the same time registers the fare.
Leicester Square and Piccadilly, the names, respectively, of a well-known street crossing and of a street in London.
hansoms, a kind of horse carriage named after its English inventor J. A. Hansom. A hansom has two wheels, while four-wheelers have four wheels.
curb, the edging of upright stones set along the margin of the street to separate the sidewalk from the roadbed.
sou\'westerly, southwesterly. The wind blew from the southwest.
half-crown, an English coin worth two and a half shillings.
furrows, deep lines on the face.
coherent, attached or stuck together; sticking to the bones.
done with, finished.
incoherently, without agreement to the question asked; inconsistently.
Thirty-five year. The uneducated cab-driver uses year where his better educated cousin would use years.
I don\'t blame nobody,meaning,I don\'t blame anybody.
short of food, lacking in food; destitute of food; without food.
eighteenpenny, an adjective here, denoting a fare of eighteen pence or one and a half shillings.
bob, slang in England for a shilling. Bob is the plural as well as the singular form of the word.
broke, bankrupt, ruined, without money.
very free, very liberal or generous with their money.
「stood over, 」 leaned over. The horse was weak; its legs could hardly support the weight of the body; and therefore the knees were bent out to an unusual degree.
innumerable ribs, because it was so skinny and emaciated, therefore the ribs stood out very plainly.
grub, food.
workhouse, in England, a poorhouse where able-bodied poor are maintained at public expense and made to do work.
』ard, hard.
broke, crushed, destroyed, shattered, took away.
fund, a sum of money raised to help them.
mint of money, a very large sum of money, enough to fill a mint, the place where money is coined.
low, low in spirit, depressed, ready to give up, disspirited.
flank, the side of the horse, between the ribs and the hip.
Questions
1. Explain why this story is called 「Evolution.」
2. Describe and characterize the cabman.
3. Do you know of any similar tragedies of evolution?
4. Would the idea of this story be as effectively expressed in ordinary essay form?
參考譯文
【作品簡介】
《時代變遷》一文選自約翰·高爾斯華綏所著《寧靜的旅館》，紐約博納出版社1912年出版。後收入錢伯倫及博爾頓編寫的《散文進階讀本》,45—47頁。
【作者簡介】
約翰·高爾斯華綏（1867—1933），英國著名小說家、劇作家，善於分析英國上層及中產階級，揭示造成他們行為方式的原因。著名小說有《貴族》《有產業的人》等；《貴族》描寫階級界限及社會習俗，《有產業的人》刻畫福爾賽家族對佔有財富的熱情。代表劇作有《衝突》《公義》等。《衝突》生動有力地描寫了一場罷工，揭露其邪惡與無益；《公義》則控訴了英國的司法體制。《時代變遷》（1910年）描寫了處於變化中的英國社會，把散文的隨意和小說的精心敘述結合起來，是這方面的代表作。