Hurdle this paragraph, Easterners! Keep on
reading, Californiacs!
The "city" does its best to put the San Franciscan in good condition.
And the weather reinforces this effort by keeping him out of doors.
Because of a happy collaboration of land with sea, the region about San
Francisco, the "bay" region - individual in this as in everything else -
has a climate of its own. It is, notwithstanding its brief rainy season,
a singularly pleasant climate. It cannot be described as "temperate" in
the sense, for instance, that New England's climate is temperate. That
is too harsh. Neither can it be described as "semi-tropical" in the way
that Hawaii, for example, is semi-tropical. That is too soft. It combines
the advantages of both with the disabilities of neither.
You may begin to read again, Easterners; for at last I've returned to
the Native Son.
That sparkling briskness - the tang - which is the best the temperate
climate has to offer, gives the Native Son his high powered strenuosity.
That developing softness - lush - (every Native Son will admit the lush)
which is the best the semi-tropical element has to contribute, gives him
his size and comeliness. The weather of San Francisco keeps the Native
Son out of doors whenever it is possible through the day time.
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