Herbert Putnam, thelibrarian, led us to seats among the literary group, and Clemens,removing his overcoat, stood in that dim room clad as in white armor. It is hard not to dwell too long on the home life of this period. He laid the article away for the time and, as was his custom, put theplay quite out of his mind and invented a postal- Mark Twain lived curiously apart from the actualities of life.
Then who is it, what is it, that they worship? Privately, none knows better than I: it is my clothes! Without my clothes I should be as destitute of authority as any other naked person. The cablegrams came first--bundles of them fromevery corner of the world--then the letters, a steady inflow. DEAR SIR,--I have written a book--naturally--which fact, however, since I am not your enemy, need give you no occasion to rejoice. ht to foreign authors andartists, who can there be to object? Surely nobody whose protest isentitled to any weight.
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