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Samuel Langhorne Clemens. I have no idea why he chose mark twain instead. I mean, mark twain is a nice name as any other, don’t get me wrong, but Samuel Langhorne Clemens? Now THAT is a name



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Mark twain – finish mythology

Talk about a classic. The white haired mustached southern gentleman with the silver tongue and the ongoing tales of childhood found, of steamboats and of summer and of bare feet when we shouldn’t, when we could, when we did.

Huckleberry was cordially hated and dreaded by all the mothers of the town because he was idle, and lawless, and vulgar, and bad - and because all their children admired him so, and delighted in his forbidden society, and wished they dared to be like him.

Mark twain tapped into the eternal universal childhood of the human race, and smiled, and so did we. What else could we do? There were steamboats and summer and bare feet, there were adventures and there was a story told so fine, so artistically, not as a book, as a story, as something you heard on some breeze filled porch you never knew you had, a porch each soul has, with that old rocking chair and those stories, all those stories.


All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. "
- Ernest Hemingway


There was something extremely comforting about the way twain told his stories, so obvious and clean that it has managed to pass in all the translations, no matter what language it was. Forty four books all in all, in god knows how many languages. (One of my favorite stories is that a fan letter that was addressed to "mark twain, god knows where" was returned with a small note inside "he knew"…)

Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.

Samuel Langhorne Clemens. I have no idea why he chose mark twain instead. I mean, mark twain is a nice name as any other, don’t get me wrong, but Samuel Langhorne Clemens? Now THAT is a name, and so fitting. You can hear the drawl. But maybe that is the reason, making himself more accessible worldwide. Not as an eccentricity from the beautiful south but an all American, global citizen, weaver of childhood forgotten charm.

Mark twain was a joker, a funny guy, witty, sharp, always ready with a little smile hiding under his moustache, but without Samuel Langhorne Clemens, the little barefoot boy, he would never have amounted to the monumental stature he has, never become as iconic and as important , not to say relevant and timeless. The coating was as sweet as candied apple, but it was the core that kept us all at awe. It was something true. Something real.


A man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar.


And he was witty, and spot on the money. Always with a twisted chuckle that a normal observation might not even know existed. 
A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.

Mark twain Samuel Langhorne Clemens's life was just as magical as his stories. Samuel was born when Halley's Comet was in orbit, and he predicted he would go out with it as well. Seventy five years later Halley's Comet returned, and Samuel Langhorne Clemens died the next day. Now tell me this is not the perfect storyteller.

Wherever the comet took him, I bet my mint julep he still has a smile on his face. Yes mam.

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