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If anyone is interested in the Mark Twain diary that inspired these, it's in "A Family Sketch and Other Private Writings," a collection of archival esoterica by the Mark Twain Project. It is very funny. A few selections:

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When Susie was nearly 3 years old, I took a spring walk with her. She was drawing a baby carriage with 2 dolls in it, one with a straw hat on. The hat kept falling off and delaying the procession while Susie picked it up. Finally I dropped behind the carriage and said, "Now go on--if it falls off again, I'll pick it up." Nearly 2 days afterward, she said to her English nurse, Lizzy Wills:

"Lizzie, can you talk like papa? When my dolly's hat fell, papa said, 'I-f i-t f-a-l-l-s o-f-f a-g-a-i-n, I---l-l p-i-c-k i-t u-p.'"

Considering that she had probably never heard my drawling manner of speech imitated, this was not bad--nor reverent, neither.

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One day on the ombra Susie burst into song, as follows:

"O Jesus are you dead, so you cannot dance and sing!"

The air was exceedingly gay - rather pretty, too - and was accompanied by a manner and gestures that were equally gay and chipper. Her mother was astonished and distressed. She said:

"Why Susie! Did Maria teach you that dreadful song?"

"No, mamma; I made it myself all out if my own head. *No*-body helped me."

She was plainly proud of it, and went on repeating it with great content.

(Maria McLaughlin was one of Clara Clemens's innumerable wet nurses - a profane devil, and given to whiskey, tobacco, and some of the vices.)

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When Miss Hesee ceased from her office of Private Secretary and took final leave of us today, Susie said gravely, "I am losing all my friends." This is rather precocious flattery.

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Susie - 4 1/2. Perceiving that her shoes were damaging her feet, from being too small, I got her a very ample pair, of a most villainous shape and style. She made no complaint when they were put on her, but looked injured and degraded. At night when she knelt at her mother's knee to say her prayers, the former gave her usual admonition:

"Now, Susie - think about God."

"Mamma, I can't, with these shoes."

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One evening Susie had prayed; Bay [Clara] was curled up for sleep; she was reminded that it was her turn to pray, now; she said, "O, one's enough!" and dropped off to slumber.

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Susie said to aunt Clara the immaculate conception was not puzzling to her.

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Do you guys know Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde?

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