The Green Door by O. Henry

The Green Door by O. Henry

Suppose you should be walking down Broadway after dinner, with ten minutes allotted to the consummation of your cigar while you are choosing between a diverting tragedy (oxymoron) and something serious in the way of vaudeville (oxymoron, antithesis). Suddenly a hand is laid upon your arm. You turn to look into the thrilling eyes (epithet) of a beautiful woman, wonderful in diamonds and Russian sables (metonymy, she isn’t covered in diamonds and sables for real, she wears diamond-encrusted jewellery and a fur coat). She thrusts hurriedly into your hand an extremely hot buttered roll, flashes out a tiny pair of scissors, snips off the second button of your overcoat, meaningly ejaculates the one word, “parallelogram!” and swiftly flies down a cross street, looking back fearfully over her shoulder. (metaphor)

That would be pure adventure. Would you accept it? Not you. You would flush with embarrassment; you would sheepishly drop the roll and continue down Broadway, fumbling feebly for the missing button. (alliteration + uttered represented speech) This you would do unless you are one of the blessed few in whom the pure spirit of adventure is not dead. (anaphora + metaphor)

True adventurers have never been plentiful (periphrasis, i.e. have always been small in number). They who are set down in print as such have been mostly business men with newly invented methods. They have been out after the things they wanted - golden fleeces, holy grails, lady loves, treasure, crowns and fame. The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating (antithesis + anaphora) to meet and greet (tautology) unknown fate. A fine example was the Prodigal Son-when he started back home. (metaphor + framing)

Half-adventurers-brave and splendid figures - have been numerous (antithesis). From the Crusades to the Palisades they have enriched the arts of history and fiction and the trade of historical fiction. (tautology/ irony (?) But each of them had a prize to win, a goal to kick, an axe to grind, a race to run, a new thrust in tierce to deliver, a name to carve, a crow to pick - so they were not followers of true adventure. (asyndeton, synonym repetition, parallelism )

In the big city the twin spirits Romance and Adventure are always abroad seeking worthy wooers. (metaphor) As we roam the streets, they slyly peep at us and challenge us in twenty different guises (metaphor, hyperbole). Without knowing, why we look up suddenly to see in a window a face that seems to belong to our gallery of intimate portraits (metaphor); in a sleeping thoroughfare (epithet) we hear a cry of agony and fear coming from an empty and shuttered house; instead of at our familiar curb, a cab-driver deposits us before a strange door, which one, with a smile, opens for us and bids us enter; a slip of paper, written upon, flutters down to our feet from the high lattices of Chance (metaphor); we exchange glances of instantaneous hate, affection and fear with hurrying strangers in the passing crowds; a sudden douse of rain-and our umbrella may be sheltering the daughter of the Full Moon and first cousin of the Sidereal System (antonomasia(?), metaphor); at every corner handkerchiefs drop, fingers beckon, eyes besiege, and the lost, the lonely, the rapturous, the mysterious, the perilous, changing clues of adventure are slipped into our fingers (metaphor + asyndeton, parallelism, epithets chain). But few of us are willing to hold and follow them. We are grown stiff (epithet) with the ramrod of convention down our backs (metaphor). We pass on; and some day we come, at the end of a very dull life, to reflect that our romance has been a pallid thing (epithet) of a marriage or two, a satin rosette kept in a safe-deposit drawer, and a lifelong feud with a steam radiator (irony).

Rudolf Steiner was a true adventurer. Few were the evenings on which he did not go forth from his hall bedchamber in search of the unexpected and the egregious. The most interesting thing in life seemed to him to be what might lie just around the next corner. Sometimes his willingness to tempt fate led him into strange paths. Twice he had spent the night in a station-house; again and again he had found himself the dupe of ingenious and mercenary tricksters; his watch and money had been the price of one flattering allurement. But with undiminished ardour he picked up every glove cast before him into the merry lists of adventure. (metaphor)