It was the following Sunday, at the Majestic Theater, in New York, thatMark Twain spoke to the Young Men's Christian Association. He was certainly a hater of conventions, had no patience with sanctimony and bibliolatry, and was perhaps irreverent. unger! So fifty years have fled, they say, Since first you took to dri Clemens wrote on the margin: But, dear sir, you are forgetting that what a man sees in the human race is merely himself in the deep and honest privacy of his own heart.
The terms of it did not please Mark Twain. Once he paid him acompliment, then apologized for having said the obvious thing. I suggested that he lie down again and I would fill his hot-water bag. Trowbridge, came up to Clemens with extended hand.
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