MARK TWAIN, nee Samuel L. Clemons, of Missouri, California, New York, Connecticut and the world, is a great American paradox. Some abhor him. Others adore him. Among these two camps, there are sub-camps: Some who have read him. Some who have not. Among those who have read some parts of his vast corpus of novels, short stories, articles, sketches, essays, letters and speeches from the 1860's until his death in 1910, there are still more camps: those who prefer the early writings--the majority--and those who prefer the later writings--the minority.
I have put on "the whole armour" of Mark Twain, loving both his sunrise and his sunset and his noon day in between. Read him for yourself, then decide; rather, than to rely upon the asserverations of those who have read, at best, a tiny piece of his labor and who yet declaim learnedly upon the whole!
I have put on "the whole armour" of Mark Twain, loving both his sunrise and his sunset and his noon day in between. Read him for yourself, then decide; rather, than to rely upon the asserverations of those who have read, at best, a tiny piece of his labor and who yet declaim learnedly upon the whole!
