This occasion afforded me prompt service into the city, however. I sat next to a young man of stout build who was invested in the pages of some local rag--the New York Post, probably. I must say the entire positioning of his body did betray the earnestness he applied to this end; as such I contented myself in leaving him undisturbed. Still, I could not help but think it strange his single-minded attempt to read, or more precisely, his physical interpretation of it--slung into the corner like a recalcitrant fetus.