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Tag Archives: Mark Twain

On Anger.

08-Aug-14

http://ifcus.org/2022/01/17/suddeness/ A friend who is going through some difficulties told me that she was outside her house recently, sitting in her car, and she realized she had been angry for a long time: and all of a sudden that she was not angry anymore: it was all dissolving, and it was just turning to sadness – […]

Fiddler Crab Holes.

20-May-14

Rāmjībanpur Throughout Louisiana, the roads are at least slightly embanked to deal with flooding, and the river of course is heavily leveed, and the material for the banks and levees typically comes from nearby – generally the ground adjacent to the road or levee.  So you are always travelling next to a ditch.  The drier ditches […]

The Room Where Tom Sawyer was written.

04-Nov-12

The Mark Twain studio, an enclosed gazebo Twain used for writing while summering at his wife’s family’s farm in Elmira, New York.

The Humor and Relevance of Twain.

26-Mar-11

Of the odd things which George Orwell says about Mark Twain, to me the most remarkable is this: Mark Twain aimed at being something more than a chronicler of the Mississippi and the Gold Rush. In his own day he was famous all over the world as a humorist and comic lecturer. In New York, […]

Twain.

26-Mar-11

“If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati.  Everything comes ten years later there.” – Mark Twain

Hannibal Without Mark Twain.

26-Mar-11

From Cuivre River State Park I drove on up to Hannibal, Missouri.  Mark Twain was born just outside town, and he spent his boyhood just up the block from the main intersection, where the road from the river landing crosses Main Street.  The town is well-preserved, and Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn turn out to […]

‘The Nympholepsy of a Fond Despair.’

21-Dec-09

“I am at a loss to understand why people hold Miss Austen’s novels at so high a rate, which seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world.  Never was life so pinched and narrow.  The one problem […]