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{{quote|"''[[Arcadia|The prairie in its loneliness and peace]]; that was what came back to him towards the end of his life, after he had pulled the rug out from all the [[Bowdlerise|literary nabobs]], and fired off all his [[Some Anvils Need to Be Dropped|nubs and snappers]], and sashayed through all the nations, and collected all his ceremonial gowns and degrees, and tweaked all the grinning [[The Presidents|presidents]], and schmoozed all the newspaper reporters, [[Take That|and stuck it to all his enemies,]] and shocked all the [[Moral Guardians|librarians]], and [[Humans Are Bastards|cried out all his midnight blasphemies]], and buried most of his family.''"|'''Ron Powers''', ''Mark Twain: A Life''}}

 

 

Boston, Massachusetts, November 1869. A short, thin man wearing a cheap suit, an [[Fiery Redhead|unkempt mop of red hair]], [[Badass Mustache|a long red mustache]], and brandishing a [[Good Smoking, Evil Smoking|smelly cigar]], ambles up the staircase at 124 Tremont Street to the second story headquarters of Ticknor & Fields, a publishing firm. Settling into the office of William Dean Howells, a junior partner of the firm, he lets fly a ravishing quip, referencing a favorable review of his latest work, 'The Innocents Abroad', in a magazine published by the firm. [[Chocolate Baby|'When I read that review of yours, I felt like the women who was so glad her baby had come white'.]]