and Tom Sawyer
and Huckleberry Finn
--books that make our American Odyssey
, rich in the spirit of romance and revealing the magic of the great river as no other pages can ever do again.
Gradually Mark Twain became a public character; he retrieved on the lecture platform the loss of a fortune earned by his books; he enjoyed his honorary D. Litt
from Oxford University.
Every reader of American periodicals came to recognize the photographs of that thick shock of hair, those heavy eyebrows, the gallant drooping little figure, the striking clothes, the inevitable cigar: all these things seemed to go with the part of professional humorist, to be like the caressing drawl of Mark's voice.
The force of advertisement could no further go. But at bottom he was far other than a mere maker of boisterous jokes for people with frontier preferences in humor.
He was a passionate, chivalric lover of things fair and good, although too honest to pretend to see beauty and goodness where he could not personally detect them-and an equally passionate hater of evil.
Read The man who Corrupted Hadleyburg
and The mysterious Stranger
In his last years, torn by private sorrows, he turned as black a philosophical pessimist as we have bred.
He died at