16/03/2026 05:05

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This reminded me of something: thirty years ago, in Hartford, the billiard-room was my study, & I wrote my letters there the first thing every morning. It is journalism, but it is literaryjournalism, and there are unquestionably areas that are purely literary,and not journalistic at all. They gave littleenough attention to the mails. A gentleman whom Clemens knewwent on a diplomatic mission to Germany.

It was published somewhere. I think I assented, and the dictationproceeded, but the scheme disappeared permanently. arks, sometimes branching off and reaching beyond, soaring, in thevery choicest language, up to the very pinnacle of descriptive power. urpose to have her have the treatment, so itall seems very fortunate that it should have come about as it has thiswinter.