Book Review

Hey,

On the plane ride I blew through Roughing It by Mark Twain.

Frankly, his preface gives a better review than I could:

"It is a record of sevearl years of variegated vagabondizing and its object is rather to help the resting reader while away an idle hour than afflict him with metaphysics or goad him with science."

And that's pretty much what it boils down to.

Mark Twain = My Hero
Tom

Book Review

Hey,

On the plane ride I blew through Roughing It by Mark Twain.

Frankly, his preface gives a better review than I could:

"It is a record of sevearl years of variegated vagabondizing and its object is rather to help the resting reader while away an idle hour than afflict him with metaphysics or goad him with science."

And that's pretty much what it boils down to.

Mark Twain = My Hero
Tom

I can tell you a most laughable thing indeed, if you would like to listen to it.

Horace Greely went over this road once. When he was leaving Carson City he told the driver, Hank Monk, that he had an engagement to lecture at Placerville and was very anxious to go through quick. Hank Monk cracked his whip and started off at an awful pace. The coach bounced up and down in such a terrific way that it jolted the buttons all off of Horace's coat, and finally shook his head clean through the roof of the stage, and then he yelled at Hank Monk and begged him to go easier -- said he warn't in as much of a hurry as he was awhile ago. But Hank Monk said, "Keep your seat, Horace, and I'll get you there on time!" -- and you bet he did, too, what was left of him!

Ha! I kill me!
Tom

I can tell you a most laughable thing indeed, if you would like to listen to it.

Horace Greely went over this road once. When he was leaving Carson City he told the driver, Hank Monk, that he had an engagement to lecture at Placerville and was very anxious to go through quick. Hank Monk cracked his whip and started off at an awful pace. The coach bounced up and down in such a terrific way that it jolted the buttons all off of Horace's coat, and finally shook his head clean through the roof of the stage, and then he yelled at Hank Monk and begged him to go easier -- said he warn't in as much of a hurry as he was awhile ago. But Hank Monk said, "Keep your seat, Horace, and I'll get you there on time!" -- and you bet he did, too, what was left of him!

Ha! I kill me!
Tom