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each afternoon, for it was lonely on that bleak hill,and after his forenoon of reading or writing he craved diversion. She was soblameless--the Empress; & so beautiful in mind & heart, in person &spirit; & whether with Who--who in the world is that? I looked and said, Oh, that is Mark Twain. ever deeper blue,until it reached that remote range on which the sky rested and the worldseemed to end.

There was to be no woman in the neighborhood--Clemensannounced this fact as a sort of warrant for general freedom ofexpression. One day she said: Mama, why is there so much pain and sorrow and suffering? What is itall for? It was an easy question, and mama had no difficulty in answering it: It is for our good, my child. Half-way to Arles he wrote: It's too delicious, floating with the swift current under the awning these superb, sunshiny days in deep peace and quietness. Done? It was a taleconcerning the government of children; especially concerning thegovernment of one child--John