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Sunday Jun 28, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XX
Sunday Jun 28, 2020
Sunday Jun 28, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XX
[Notes on "Innocents Abroad." Dictated in Florence, Italy, April, 1904.]—I will begin with a note upon the dedication. I wrote the book in the months of March and April, 1868, in San Francisco. It was published in August, 1869. Three years afterward Mr. Goodman, of Virginia City, Nevada, on whose newspaper I had served ten years before, came East, and we were walking down Broadway one day when he said: "How did you come to steal Oliver Wendell Holmes's dedication and put it in your book?

Saturday Jun 27, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIX
Saturday Jun 27, 2020
Saturday Jun 27, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIX
From Susy's Biography of Me
March 23, '86.—The other day was my birthday, and I had a little birthday party in the evening and papa acted some very funny charades with Mr. Gherhardt, Mr. Jesse Grant (who had come up from New York and was spending the evening with us) and Mr. Frank Warner. One of them was "on his knees" honys-sneeze. There were a good many other funny ones, all of which I dont remember. Mr. Grant was very pleasant, and began playing the charades in the most delightful way.

Tuesday Jun 23, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XVIII
Tuesday Jun 23, 2020
Tuesday Jun 23, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XVIII
I wish to insert here some pages of Susy's Biography of me in which the biographer does not scatter, according to her custom, but sticks pretty steadily to a single subject until she has fought it to a finish:
Feb. 27, '86.—Last summer while we were in Elmira an article came out in the "Christian Union" by name "What ought he to have done" treating of the government of children, or rather giving an account of a fathers battle with his little baby boy, by the mother of the child and put in the form of a question as to whether the father disciplined the child corectly or not, different people wrote their opinions of the fathers behavior, and told what they thought he should have done.
Mamma had long known how to disciplin children, for in fact the bringing up of children had been one of her specialties for many years. She had a great many theories, but one of them was, that if a child was big enough to be nauty, it was big enough to be whipped and here we all agreed with her. I remember one morning when Dr. —— came up to the farm...

Tuesday Jun 23, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XVII
Tuesday Jun 23, 2020
Tuesday Jun 23, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XVII
From Susy's Biography of Me
Sept. 9, '85.—Mamma is teaching Jean a little natural history and is making a little collection of insects for her. But mamma does not allow Jean to kill any insects she only collects those insects that are found dead. Mamma has told us all, perticularly Jean, to bring her all the little dead insects that she finds. The other day as we were all sitting at supper Jean broke into the room and ran triumfantly up to Mamma and presented her with a plate full of dead flies. Mamma thanked Jean vary enthusiastically although she with difficulty concealed her amusement. Just then Soar Mash entered the room and Jean believing her hungry asked Mamma for permission to give her the flies. Mamma laughingly consented and the flies almost immediately dissapeared.

Sunday Jun 21, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XVI
Sunday Jun 21, 2020
Sunday Jun 21, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XVI
But I am used to having my statements discounted. My mother began it before I was seven years old. Yet all through my life my facts have had a substratum of truth, and therefore they were not without preciousness. Any person who is familiar with me knows how to strike my average, and therefore knows how to get at the jewel of any fact of mine and dig it out of its blue-clay matrix. My mother knew that art. When I was seven or eight, or ten, or twelve years old—along there—a neighbor said to her,
"Do you ever believe anything that that boy says?”

Saturday Jun 20, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XV
Saturday Jun 20, 2020
Saturday Jun 20, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XV
From Susy's Biography of Me
Papa says that if the collera comes here he will take Sour Mash to the mountains.
This remark about the cat is followed by various entries, covering a month, in which Jean, General Grant, the sculptor Gerhardt, Mrs. Candace Wheeler, Miss Dora Wheeler, Mr. Frank Stockton, Mrs. Mary Mapes Dodge, and the widow of General Custer appear and drift in procession across the page, then vanish forever from the Biography; then Susy drops this remark in the wake of the vanished procession:
Sour Mash is a constant source of anxiety, care, and pleasure to papa.
I did, in truth, think a great deal of that old tortoise-shell harlot; but I haven't a doubt that in order to impress Susy I was pretending agonies of solicitude which I didn't honestly feel. Sour Mash never gave me any real anxiety; she was always able to take care of herself, and she was ostentatiously vain of the fact; vain of it to a degree which often made me ashamed of her, much as I esteemed her.

Friday Jun 19, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIV
Friday Jun 19, 2020
Friday Jun 19, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIV
From Susy's Biography of Me
Feb. 27, Sunday
Clara's reputation as a baby was always a fine one, mine exactly the contrary. One often related story concerning her braveness as a baby and her own opinion of this quality of hers is this. Clara and I often got slivers in our hands and when mama took them out with a much dreaded needle, Clara was always very brave, and I very cowardly.

Thursday Jun 18, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIII
Thursday Jun 18, 2020
Thursday Jun 18, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XIII
As I have said, that vast plot of Tennessee land was held by my father twenty years—intact. When he died in 1847, we began to manage it ourselves. Forty years afterward, we had managed it all away except 10,000 acres, and gotten nothing to remember the sales by. About 1887—possibly it was earlier—the 10,000 went. My brother found a chance to trade it for a house and lot in the town of Corry, in the oil regions of Pennsylvania. About 1894 he sold this property for $250. That ended the Tennessee Land.

Wednesday Jun 17, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XII
Wednesday Jun 17, 2020
Wednesday Jun 17, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XII
There were several candidates for all the offices in the gift of the new State of Nevada save two—United States Senator, and Secretary of State. Nye was certain to get a Senatorship, and Orion was so sure to get the Secretaryship that no one but him was named for that office. But he was hit with one of his spasms of virtue on the very day that the Republican party was to make its nominations in the Convention, and refused to go near the Convention. He was urged, but all persuasions failed. He said his presence there would be an unfair and improper influence and that if he was to be nominated the compliment must come to him as a free and unspotted gift. This attitude would have settled his case for him without further effort, but he had another attack of virtue on the same day, that made it absolutely sure.

Tuesday Jun 16, 2020
Mark Twain - Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XI
Tuesday Jun 16, 2020
Tuesday Jun 16, 2020
Mark Twain
Chapters From My Autobiography - Chapter XI
About 1849 or 1850 Orion severed his connection with the printing-house in St. Louis and came up to Hannibal, and bought a weekly paper called the Hannibal "Journal," together with its plant and its good-will, for the sum of five hundred dollars cash. He borrowed the cash at ten per cent. interest, from an old farmer named Johnson who lived five miles out of town. Then he reduced the subscription price of the paper from two dollars to one dollar. He reduced the rates for advertising in about the same proportion, and thus he created one absolute and unassailable certainty—to wit: that the business would never pay him a single cent of profit.