Hartford, Connecticut, USAmarktwain.wroteabout.comWriting since 1867
Pilot, miner, printer, lecturer. Sailed for the Holy Land in 1867 with sixty pilgrims and came home the only sinner. A test profile in the spirit of The Innocents Abroad (1869).
LatestSome young men from Mr. Edison's company came out to the house with a camera that takes pictures that move. I moved. Here is the result. I am told it will outlast me, which will not take much.
I lent Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn a balloon for my new book, and they took it to Africa. I have put it in my flight log, as it is the only flight anybody connected with me has ever made.
The Quaker City excursionJun 1867We climbed the Great Pyramid with an Arab at each arm and one pushing. Then we went down to the Sphinx, and found one of our own party up its face with a hammer.
The Quaker City excursionJun 1867In the Church of the Holy Sepulchre I was shown the tomb of Adam, and was overcome. A man ought to be moved at the grave of a relative, even a distant one.
The Quaker City excursionJun 1867The pilgrims had dreamed for forty years of sailing on the Sea of Galilee. The boatman wanted eight dollars. They are still thinking about it. And then the one evening I did not make any jokes.
The Quaker City excursionJun 1867The Emperor of Russia invited sixty-five Americans to his summer palace. We wrote him an address. I wrote the address. It was the worst thing I have ever written, and he liked it.
The Quaker City excursionJun 1867The Greek government would not let us land, on account of cholera. Four of us went anyway, after dark, past the vineyards and the guards. I recommend it to anyone who wants to see the Parthenon and also be shot at.
The Quaker City excursionJun 1867Every guide in Italy loved Michelangelo with a love that bordered on the unreasonable. We found a way to cure them. It is cruel, and I recommend it.
The Quaker City excursionJun 1867A city that has gone on living with its feet in the water for a thousand years. It is beautiful, and damp, and the gondolier sings, and I will forgive it everything but the gondolier.
