Edited by Bernard DeVoto. With a preface by Henry Nash Smith.
Austria was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even set it away back centuries upon centuries and said that by the mental and spiritual clock it was still the Age of Belief in Austria.
But they meant it as a compliment, not a slur, and it was so taken, and we were all proud of it. I remember it well, although I was only a boy; and I remember, too, the pleasure it gave me. Yes, Austria was far from the world, and asleep, and our village was in the middle of that sleep, being in the middle of Austria.
It drowsed in peace in the deep privacy of a hilly and woodsy solitude where news from the world hardly ever came to disturb its dreams, and was infinitely content. At its front flowed the tranquil river, its surface painted with cloud-forms and the reflections of drifting arks and stone-boats; behind it rose the woody steeps to the base of the lofty precipice; from the top of the precipice frowned a vast castle, its long stretch of towers and bastions mailed in vines; beyond the river, a league to the left, was a tumbled expanse of forest-clothed hills cloven by winding gorges where the sun never penetrated; and to the right a precipice overlooked the river, and between it and the hills just spoken of lay a far-reaching plain dotted with little homesteads nested among orchards and shade trees.
The whole region for leagues around was the hereditary property of a prince, whose servants kept the castle always in perfect condition for occupancy, but neither he nor his family came there oftener than once in five years. When they came it was as if the lord of the world had arrived, and had brought all the glories of its kingdoms along; and when they went they left a calm behind which was like the deep sleep which follows an orgy.Mark Twain Forum: TwainWeb, the home page of the Mark Twain Forum Mark Twain Forum Reviews Many of the books reviewed here are available at discounted prices (in association with alphabetnyc.com), and purchases made through this site generate commissions that benefit the Mark Twain Project at the University of California, Berkeley.
Jun 10, · Review: Mark Twain's short stories stand the test of time. Mark Twain was on the lecture circuit for over three decades.
He would take the stage feigning bemusement at discovering his audience and stand silently smoking one of the 30 cigars he would enjoy that day. "The Mysterious Stranger," in this edition were read by this. Twain's writing of The Mysterious Stranger came to be, yet he did not live to write such a book; thus "the times and circumstances of its composition have nevertheless remained largely unknown" (Tuckey.
Through a dialogue between an old man and a young man, Twain argues through the voice of the former that everything about a man is the product of his 'conditioning', that (get this) "From his cradle to his grave a man never does a single thing which has any first and foremost object but one - to secure peace of mind, spiritual comfort, for /5.
In “What is Man?”, Mark Twain raises numerous thought-provoking questions about mankind and the way the mind works. With his usual wit, Twain has created a beautiful dialogue that in many ways can be compared to that in Plato's The Republic.
In this book, Twain’s knack for explaining reality without any of its grand notions is on full alphabetnyc.coms: 1. No.
44, the Mysterious Stranger (Mark Twain Library) Mark Twain. Paperback. £ Average Customer Review: out of 5 stars 9 customer reviews I hadn't realized what a thoughtful and unusual man Mark Twain was until I read this book.
This is a beautifully written book that examines the questions that all thinking humans face /5.