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Sam Clemens in September 1867.<\/p><\/div>\n

A letter from Mark Twain to John T. Moore, July 1859. Moore, also known as Tom, was an \u201cold river man\u201d and a longtime friend of Twain\u2019s. More than twenty years later, in 1883, this note appeared in <\/em>The\u00a0<\/em>Arkansas Traveler and was afterward reproduced by papers nationwide\u2014a few weeks later, though, the <\/em>Traveler\u2019s editor, Opie Read, claimed it was a hoax, thus casting doubt on its authenticity. Today most Twain scholars believe it to be genuine, suggesting that the notion of a hoax was, itself, a hoax.<\/em><\/p>\n

Memphis, July 6, 1859.<\/p>\n

My Dear John:\u2014<\/p>\n

I have made many attempts to answer your letter which received a warmth of welcome perspiringly in keeping with the present system of hot weather; but somehow I have failed. Now, however, I screw myself down to the pleasant task. It is a task, let me tell you, and it is only by the courtesy of friendship that I can call it pleasant. <\/p>\n

I have been wondering lately what in the name of Mexican cultivation and flatboat morality is to become of people, anyhow. Years, now, I have been waiting for the summers to become cooler, but up to the present moment of agony I see no change. I wish there was some arrangement by which we could have the kind of weather we want; but then I suppose I would call for an arrangement by which we could make a living without work. What a fool old Adam was. Had everything his own way; had succeeded in gaining the love of the best looking girl in the neighborhood, but yet unsatisfied with his conquest he had to eat a miserable little apple. Ah, John, if you had been in his place you would not have eaten a mouthful of the apple, that is if it had required any exertion. I have often noticed that you shun exertion. There comes in the difference between us. I court exertion. I love to work. Why, sir, when I have a piece of work to perform, I go away to myself, sit down in the shade and muse over the coming enjoyment. Sometimes I am so industrious that I muse too long.<\/p>\n

No, I am not in love at present. I saw a young lady in Vicksburg the other day whom I thought I\u2019d like to love, but John, the weather is too devilish hot to talk about love; but oh, that I had a cool, shady place, where I could sit among gurgling fountains of perfumed ice-water, an\u2019 be loved into a premature death of rapture. I would give the world for this\u2014I\u2019d love to die such a glorious and luxuriant [sic] death.<\/p>\n

Yours,<\/p>\n

Sam Clemens.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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