Was It Me, Or Was It Him?(An Interview With Mark Twain)
I love Mark Twain, his intellect, sense of humor, and his writing. I grew up with stories such as Tom Sawyer and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. He is one of my literary heroes, and I'd like to share a little of the great man with you in this hub.
This has been a real trial and error. I have been attempting to get this hub published for days now and it has repeatedly been declined due to "duplication". I had to delete almost half the content unfortunately, which was mainly his wonderful quotes, but also the coincidence of Halley's Comet and his birthday. Anyway the main basis of the hub still remains, 'The Interview'. Now it says this hub is 'Certified Original' and has been granted an exemption. Wow, sounds extra special now.
Samuel L Clemmens was born on November 30, 1835 in ,Florida, Missouri and wrote under the pen name Mark Twain. He became one of the most loved and influential authors in America and wrote several novels, including two major literary classics, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
Other major works included The Innocents Abroad, The Prince and the Pauper, Life on the Mississippi, A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court.Twain also wrote a study of Joan of Arc.
During his life he worked as a riverboat captain, journalist, lecturer, entrepreneur, inventor, and cat lover. Twain died on April 21, 1910, in Redding, Connecticut.
- Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did so. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. Mark Twain
A person who won't read has no advantage over one who can't read.
A Press Interview.
A press interview was being held in Samuel L Clemens' (Mark Twain's) home. Seeking information, the interviewer asked the following questions. (This is an example of Twain's famous sense of humor and wit.)
Q. Who is this a picture of on the wall? Isn't that a brother of yours?
A. Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Now you remind me of it; that was a brother of mine. That's William - Bill we called him. Poor old Bill!
Q. Why? Is he dead then?
A. Ah! Well, I suppose so. We never could tell. There was a great mystery about it.
Q. That is sad, very sad. He disappeared then?
A. Well, yes, in a sort of general way. We buried him.
Q. Buried Him! Buried Him, without knowing whether he was dead or not?
A. Oh no! Not that. He was dead enough.
Q. Well, I confess that I can't understand this. If you buried him, and you knew he was dead -
A. No! no! We only thought he was.
Q. Oh, i see! He came to life again?
A. I bet he didn't.
Q. Well, I never heard anything like this. Somebody was dead. Somebody was buried. Now where was the mystery?
A. Ah, that's just it! That's it exactly. You see we were twins - defunct and I - and we got mixed in the bathtub when we were only two weeks old, and one of us was drowned. But we didn't know which. Some think it was Bill. Some think it was me.
Q. Well, that is remarkable. What do you think?
A. Goodness knows! I would give whole worlds to know. This solemn, this awful mystery has cast a gloom over my whole life. But I will tell you a secret now, which I have never revealed to any creature before. One of us had a peculiar mark - a large mole on the back of his left hand; that was me. That child was the one that was drowned.
(Mark Twain - An Encounter with an Interviewer)
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