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- 0:00Speaker 1: This is chapter twelve of Mark Twain, His Life and Work,
- 0:03Speaker 1: a biographical sketch by William M. Clemens. This LibriVox recording
- 0:08Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Chapter twelve Gems from Mark Twain,
- 0:14Speaker 1: read by John Greenman, collected from his published works, fugitive sketches, lectures, speeches,
- 0:21Speaker 1: and correspondents. Be virtuous and you will be eccentric. The
- 0:29Speaker 1: train is profusely decorated with tunnels. A tortoise shell cat
- 0:36Speaker 1: having a fit in a platter of tomatoes figures stew
- 0:42Speaker 1: out of me, just as natural as the otter of
- 0:47Speaker 1: roses out of the otter. There is no bird or
- 0:53Speaker 1: cow or anything that uses as good grammar as a
- 1:00Speaker 1: blue jay. I would give a cent to hear Ingersoll
- 1:06Speaker 1: on Moses, but I'd give ten dollars to hear Moses
- 1:13Speaker 1: on Ingersoll. One could see the dress creeping along the
- 1:21Speaker 1: floor some time after the woman was gone. When the
- 1:29Speaker 1: musing spider steps onto the red hot shovel, he first
- 1:38Speaker 1: exhibits wild surprise, then he shrivels. I left my rheumatism there. Baden,
- 1:51Speaker 1: Baden is welcome to it. It was little, but it
- 1:56Speaker 1: was all I had to give. I should liked to
- 2:01Speaker 1: leave something more catching, but it was not in my power.
- 2:09Speaker 1: I tried him with mild jokes, then with severe ones.
- 2:15Speaker 1: I dosed him with bad jokes and riddled him with
- 2:21Speaker 1: good ones. I fired old, stale jokes into him, and
- 2:29Speaker 1: peppered him fore and aft with red hot ones. I
- 2:35Speaker 1: warmed up to my work and assaulted him on the
- 2:40Speaker 1: right and left in front and behind. I fumed and
- 2:49Speaker 1: charged and ranted till I was sick and frantic and furious.
- 2:58Speaker 1: But I never moved him once. I never started a
- 3:03Speaker 1: smile or a tear, never a ghost of a smile,
- 3:10Speaker 1: and never a suspicion of moisture. He was deaf and dumb,
- 3:18Speaker 1: and blind as a badger. He was deeply and sincerely pious,
- 3:26Speaker 1: and swore like a fishwoman. He was frescoed from head
- 3:33Speaker 1: to heel with pictures and mottoes, tattooed in red and
- 3:39Speaker 1: blue India ink. There was no hackmen, hacks, or omnibuses
- 3:48Speaker 1: on the pier. I said it was like being in heaven.
- 3:55Speaker 1: Palestine sits in sackcloth and ashes over it broods the
- 4:02Speaker 1: spell of a curse that has withered its fields and
- 4:08Speaker 1: fettered its energies. Formerly to be a Californian was to
- 4:17Speaker 1: be a speculator. A man could not help it. One
- 4:23Speaker 1: man tried to be otherwise, but he was only kicking
- 4:29Speaker 1: against fate, while everybody was wild with a spirit of
- 4:36Speaker 1: speculation and full of plans for making sudden fortunes. He
- 4:46Speaker 1: said he would farm along quietly and slowly, gain a
- 4:52Speaker 1: modest competence, and so be happy. But his first crop
- 4:59Speaker 1: of onions happened to be about the only onions produced
- 5:05Speaker 1: that year. He sold it for one hundred thousand dollars
- 5:12Speaker 1: and retired a small company. But small companies are pleasantest.
- 5:21Speaker 1: He was full of blessed egotism and placid self importance,
- 5:29Speaker 1: but he didn't know as much as a three m
- 5:33Speaker 1: quad a cat that eat up an entire box of
- 5:40Speaker 1: sidelets powders, and then hadn't any more judgment than to
- 5:46Speaker 1: go and take a drink. It is the nature of
- 5:51Speaker 1: woman to ask trivial, irrelevant and pursuing questions, questions that
- 6:00Speaker 1: pursue you from a beginning in nothing to a run
- 6:07Speaker 1: to cover in nowhere. We walked out into the grass grown,
- 6:15Speaker 1: fragment strewn court beyond the parthenon. It startled us every
- 6:22Speaker 1: now and then to see a stony white face stare
- 6:29Speaker 1: suddenly up at us, out of the grass with its dead.
- 6:36Speaker 1: The place seemed alive with ghosts. I half expected to
- 6:43Speaker 1: see the Athenian heroes of twenty centuries ago glide out
- 6:50Speaker 1: of the shadows and steal into the old temple they
- 6:56Speaker 1: knew so well and regarded with such boundless pride at sea.
- 7:06Speaker 1: Now came the resurrection hour. The births gave up their dead.
- 7:15Speaker 1: These pale specters in plug hats file up. The companion way.
- 7:24Speaker 1: Age enlarges and enriches the powers of some musical instruments,
- 7:33Speaker 1: notably those of the violin, but it seems to set
- 7:38Speaker 1: a piano's teeth on edge. I am a Yankee of
- 7:45Speaker 1: the Yankees, a practical man, nearly barren of sentiment or poetry.
- 7:54Speaker 1: In other words, my father was a blacksmith, my uncle
- 8:01Speaker 1: was a horse doctor, and I was both. He found
- 8:09Speaker 1: that the education of the nineteenth century is plenty good
- 8:15Speaker 1: enough capital to go into business in the sixth century with,
- 8:22Speaker 1: and the next year he was running the kingdom all
- 8:26Speaker 1: by himself on a moderate royalty of forty percent. There
- 8:34Speaker 1: didn't seem to be brains enough in the entire nursery
- 8:39Speaker 1: to bait a fish hook. But you didn't mind that
- 8:44Speaker 1: after a little while, for you saw that brains were
- 8:49Speaker 1: not needed in a society like that, and would have
- 8:56Speaker 1: marred its symmetry and spoiled it. This vile bit of
- 9:05Speaker 1: human rubbish. Chambermaids are dead to every human instinct. A
- 9:14Speaker 1: forlorn dog with bowed head and tail withdrawn from service.
- 9:22Speaker 1: When a man has been fifty years at sea, he
- 9:27Speaker 1: is only a gray and bearded child. He was a
- 9:34Speaker 1: man with a hair lip and a pure heart, and
- 9:39Speaker 1: everybody said he was true as steel to the Indian.
- 9:47Speaker 1: Soap and education are not as sudden as a massacre,
- 9:53Speaker 1: but they are more deadly in the long run. They
- 10:00Speaker 1: appointed me clerk of the Committee on Concology, and then
- 10:06Speaker 1: allowed me no amanuensis, to play billiards with. If there
- 10:13Speaker 1: was a horse race, you'd find him flush, or you'd
- 10:19Speaker 1: find him busted at the end of it. If there
- 10:23Speaker 1: was a dog fight, he'd bet on it. If there
- 10:29Speaker 1: was a cat fight, he'd bet on it. If there
- 10:34Speaker 1: was a chicken fight, he'd bet on it. Why if
- 10:40Speaker 1: there were two birds sitting on a fence, he would
- 10:44Speaker 1: bet you which one would fly first. If I had
- 10:52Speaker 1: another cold in the head, and there was no course
- 10:56Speaker 1: left me but to take either an earthquake or a
- 11:01Speaker 1: court of warm salt water. I would take my chances
- 11:08Speaker 1: on the earthquake. Ah to think of it, only to
- 11:15Speaker 1: think of it, the poor old faithful creature, For she
- 11:21Speaker 1: was so faithful. Would you believe it? She had been
- 11:27Speaker 1: a servant in that self same house and that self
- 11:32Speaker 1: same family for twenty seven years come Christmas, and never
- 11:39Speaker 1: a cross word, and never a lick. And oh, to
- 11:44Speaker 1: think she should meet such a death at last, A
- 11:48Speaker 1: sitting over the red hot stove at three o'clock in
- 11:53Speaker 1: the morning and went to sleep, and fell on it
- 11:58Speaker 1: and was actually roasted, not just frizzled up a bit,
- 12:04Speaker 1: but literally roasted to a crisp poor faithful creature, how
- 12:12Speaker 1: she was cooked. I am but a poor woman. But
- 12:19Speaker 1: even if I have to scrimp to do it, I
- 12:23Speaker 1: will put up a tombstone over that lone sufferer's grave.
- 12:30Speaker 1: And mister Riley, if you would have the goodness to
- 12:34Speaker 1: think up a little epitaph to put on it, which
- 12:40Speaker 1: would sort of describe the awful way in which she
- 12:45Speaker 1: met her put it. Well done, good and faithful servant,
- 12:54Speaker 1: said Riley, and never smiled. The less a man knows,
- 13:01Speaker 1: the bigger noise he makes, and the higher salary he commands.
- 13:09Speaker 1: Who can join in the heartless libel that says woman
- 13:15Speaker 1: is extravagant in dress, when he can look back and
- 13:20Speaker 1: call to mind our simple and lowly mother Eve arrayed
- 13:27Speaker 1: in her modification of the highland costume. He buys the
- 13:35Speaker 1: original pig for a dollar and a half and feeds
- 13:41Speaker 1: him forty dollars worth of corn, and then sells him
- 13:47Speaker 1: for about nine dollars. This is the only crop he
- 13:53Speaker 1: ever makes any money on. He loses on the corn,
- 13:58Speaker 1: but he makes seven and a half on the hog.
- 14:04Speaker 1: He stood bewildered a moment, with a sense of goneness
- 14:11Speaker 1: on him, like one who finds himself suddenly overboard upon
- 14:18Speaker 1: a midnight sea, and beholds the ship pass into shrouding gloom,
- 14:26Speaker 1: while the dreadful conviction falls upon his soul that he
- 14:33Speaker 1: has not been missed. Just a hunk of brains, That's
- 14:40Speaker 1: what he was. He will eat a man, he will
- 14:46Speaker 1: eat a bible. He will eat anything between a man
- 14:53Speaker 1: and a bible. He wrote with impressive flatulence and soaring confidence,
- 15:01Speaker 1: upon the vastest subjects but puffing alms, gifts of wedding cake,
- 15:10Speaker 1: salty ice cream, abnormal watermelons, and sweet potatoes. The size
- 15:20Speaker 1: of your leg was his best hold. Tom appeared on
- 15:27Speaker 1: the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long
- 15:32Speaker 1: handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him,
- 15:40Speaker 1: and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty
- 15:47Speaker 1: yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him
- 15:54Speaker 1: seemed hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing, he dipped
- 16:03Speaker 1: his brush and passed it along the topmost plank, repeated
- 16:09Speaker 1: the operation, did it again, compared the insignificant whitewashed streak
- 16:18Speaker 1: with the far reaching continent of un whitewashed fence, and
- 16:26Speaker 1: sat down on the tree box, discouraged. It was just
- 16:33Speaker 1: like a new author. They always think that they know
- 16:38Speaker 1: more than anybody else when they are getting out their
- 16:43Speaker 1: first book. For weeks, she nursed her grief in silence,
- 16:50Speaker 1: while the roses faded from her cheeks, and through it
- 16:55Speaker 1: all she clung to the hope that some day the
- 17:01Speaker 1: old love would bloom again in Reginald's heart and he
- 17:07Speaker 1: would write to her. But the long summer days dragged
- 17:13Speaker 1: wearily along, and still no letter came. The newspapers teemed
- 17:22Speaker 1: with stories of battle and carnage, and eagerly she read them,
- 17:29Speaker 1: but always with the same result. The tears welled up
- 17:37Speaker 1: and blurred the closing lines. The name she sought was
- 17:44Speaker 1: looked for in vain, and the dull aching returned to
- 17:50Speaker 1: her sinking heart. Letters to the other girls sometimes contained
- 17:58Speaker 1: brief mention of him, and presented always the picture of him,
- 18:05Speaker 1: a morose, unsmiling, desperate man, always in the thickest of
- 18:13Speaker 1: the fight, begrimed with powder, and moving calm and unscathed
- 18:20Speaker 1: through tempests of shot and shell, as if he bore
- 18:26Speaker 1: a charmed life, a cross between a tired mud turtle
- 18:33Speaker 1: and a crippled hearse horse. He means well, but artis
- 18:41Speaker 1: folly to him. He only understands groceries. His strawberries would
- 18:51Speaker 1: be a comfortable success if the robins would eat turnips,
- 18:57Speaker 1: but they won't, and hence the difficulty. Having forgotten to
- 19:06Speaker 1: mention it sooner, I will remark in conclusion that the
- 19:11Speaker 1: ages of the Siamese twins are respectively fifty one and
- 19:19Speaker 1: fifty three years. I found the brave fellow in a
- 19:27Speaker 1: profound French calm. I say French calm, because French calmness
- 19:36Speaker 1: and English calmness have points of difference. He was moving
- 19:42Speaker 1: swiftly back and forth among the debris of his furniture,
- 19:48Speaker 1: now and then, staving chance fragments of it across the
- 19:54Speaker 1: room with his foot, grinding a constant grist of curses
- 20:00Speaker 1: through his set teeth, and halting every little while to
- 20:06Speaker 1: deposit another handful of his hair on the pile which
- 20:12Speaker 1: he had been building of it on the table. The
- 20:18Speaker 1: place is as dark as the inside of an infidel.
- 20:25Speaker 1: She was a perfect polyglot once, but somehow her palate
- 20:31Speaker 1: got down, and so saying, he turned his face to
- 20:37Speaker 1: the wall and gave up the ghost. We write frankly
- 20:44Speaker 1: and fearlessly, but then we modify before we print. Oh,
- 20:52Speaker 1: I know him, A sallow faced, red headed fellow with
- 20:58Speaker 1: a little scull are on the side of his throat,
- 21:03Speaker 1: like a splinter under the flesh. A woman who could
- 21:09Speaker 1: face the devil himself or a mouse, loses her grip
- 21:14Speaker 1: and goes all to pieces in front of a flash
- 21:19Speaker 1: of lightning. He was a man of middle size and
- 21:27Speaker 1: compact frame, and when he was thinking deeply, he had
- 21:34Speaker 1: a way of knitting his brows and tapping his forehead
- 21:40Speaker 1: reflectively with his finger, which impressed you at once with
- 21:47Speaker 1: the conviction that you stood in the presence of a
- 21:52Speaker 1: person of no common order. The poem is smooth and blubbery.
- 22:01Speaker 1: It reads like buttermilk gurgling from a jug. A sincere
- 22:09Speaker 1: compliment is always grateful to a young lady, so long
- 22:14Speaker 1: as you don't try to knock her down with it.
- 22:20Speaker 1: Cain is branded a murderer so heartlessly and unanimously in America,
- 22:27Speaker 1: only because he was neither a Democrat nor a Republican,
- 22:36Speaker 1: a long, cadaverous creature with lanky locks hanging down to
- 22:42Speaker 1: his shoulders and a week's stubble bristling from the hills
- 22:47Speaker 1: and valleys of his face. Epitaphs are cheap, and they
- 22:54Speaker 1: do a poor chap a world of good after he
- 22:58Speaker 1: is dead, especially if he had hard luck while he
- 23:03Speaker 1: was alive. I wish they were used more. I do
- 23:11Speaker 1: not know how it came about exactly, but gradually we
- 23:18Speaker 1: appeared to melt down and run together conversationally speaking, and
- 23:26Speaker 1: then everything went along as comfortably as clockwork. Your conscience
- 23:37Speaker 1: is a nuisance. A conscience is like a child. If
- 23:42Speaker 1: you pet it and play with it, and let it
- 23:47Speaker 1: have everything at once, it becomes spoiled and intrudes on
- 23:54Speaker 1: all of your amusements and most of your griefs. Treat
- 23:59Speaker 1: your your conscience as you would treat anything else. When
- 24:05Speaker 1: it is rebellious. Spank it, be severe with it, Argue
- 24:12Speaker 1: with it. Prevent it from coming to play with you
- 24:16Speaker 1: at all hours, and you will secure a good conscience,
- 24:22Speaker 1: that is to say, a properly trained one. A spoiled
- 24:28Speaker 1: conscience simply destroys all the pleasure in life. I think
- 24:34Speaker 1: I have reduced mine to order. At least I haven't
- 24:40Speaker 1: heard from it for some time. Perhaps I've killed it
- 24:45Speaker 1: through over severity. It's wrong to kill a child. But
- 24:52Speaker 1: in spite of all I have said, a conscience differs
- 24:56Speaker 1: from a child in many ways. Perhaps it is best
- 25:02Speaker 1: when it is dead. End of Chapter twelve and end
- 25:08Speaker 1: of Mark Twain His Life and Work, a biographical sketch
- 25:12Speaker 1: by William M. Clemens, read by John Greenman,