I could not sit seriously down to write . . .under any other motive than to save my life; and if it were indispensable for me to keep it up and never relax into laughing at myself or other people, I am sure I should be hung before I had finished the first chapter.
Rather than pitying Twain when he was sick, Howells threatened to come and read Pride and Prejudice to him.
Rather than pitying Twain when he was sick, Howells came and read Pride and Prejudice to him.
I am very much obliged to you, my dearest Fanny, for sending me Mr. W.'s conversation; I had great amusement in reading it, and I hope I am not affronted, and do not think the worse of him for having a brain so very different from mine...
... he deserves better treatment than to be obliged to read any more of my works.
I turned for comic relief to two institutions of American humor—Andy Rooney and Dave Barry
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