Surprise et ravie de découvrir cette photo. Ça change des portraits classiques…
Toutes les occasions sont bonnes pour lui rendre hommage en le citant :
«Quand j'étais jeune, j'étais capable de me souvenir de n'importe quel événement, qu'il se soit produit ou non. Mais aujourd'hui, mes facultés ne sont plus ce qu'elles étaient. Et bientôt, je serais à peine capable de me souvenir de ce qui ne s'est jamais produit. Il est très triste de décliner de la sorte, mais tel est notre sort, on n'y peut rien.»
«Chacun de nous est une lune avec une face cachée que personne ne voit.»
«La gentillesse est le langage qu'un sourd peut entendre et qu'un aveugle peut voir.»
«Ce n'est pas fair-play de ramasser les balles de golf perdues pendant qu'elles roulent encore.»
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Et d’autres lettres extraites de Dear Mark Twain
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“This world would not be satisfying unless one person were allowed to express gratitude and thanks to another.” (M.T.)
One spring day in 1909, a little boy found his mother’s magazine clipping — the portrait of a man bearing “the aureole of sunny hair” — and asked her if this was God. She chuckled with equal parts amazement and amusement, and got to writing the man in question a letter to recount the delightful incident — not only because of its inherent charm, but because her son had intuited a shared cultural sentiment: The man pictured was Samuel Clemens, better known as Mark Twain — one of the most revered men in all the land.
On April 18, 1894, Twain heard from a young lawyer named Henry E. Barrett:
Dear Sir: —
It seems that “this world would not be satisfying unless one person were allowed to express gratitude and thanks to another.” It has struck me as wrong that I should go on and not say to you what I feel.
From my boyhood, when I was kept from play by my interest in “Tom Sawyer” and “Huck Finn,” till now, your books and stories have given me more genuine pleasure than those of any other author. I think so often of the many pleasant hours you have given me and have made up to me the lack some times of pleasant companions. Mr. Clemens, please accept this in the spirit that it is sent for the intention is good.
My wishes are that you may for many years continue to cheer the sorrowful and make burden bearing easier.
Yours Respectfully,
Henry E. Barrett.
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On December 13, 1906, a young women who had grown up cherishing Twain’s writing, wrote him:
Dear Mark Twain:
Ever since I read, in my childhood, my first story from your pen, it has been the great desire of my life to meet Mark Twain.
Now, I am a woman of five and thirty, and the years are flying, and the goal of my desire seems to recede as I approach. Yet, strange to say — strange, because nearly all childish desires change in the lapse of years — the desire is still as strong within me as ever it was.
Once I saw you. I was only a child — but I marked that day with a white stone. You were driving, and it was all I could do to keep myself from running after your carriage and crying, “Please, Mr. Mark Twain, stay long enough to speak to a little girl who thinks you are the greatest man on earth.”
I am sure I should not have so much self control now. But youth is so hopeful of opportunities. — You must be overwhelmed with such communications as this — and yet. The longing is still great within me to run after your carriage and cry “Stop long enough to speak to a little girl who still thinks you the greatest man on earth.”
Cally Ryland
On rare occasions, Twain replied to his readers in a few well-measured words, as he did Ryland:
Dear Miss Ryland:
I am thankful to say that such letters as yours do come — as you have divined — with a happy frequency. They refresh my life, they give it value; like yours, they are always welcome, and I am always grateful for them. Sincerely
Yours
SL. Clemens
Source :
Dear Mark Twain: Letters from His Readers
R. Kent Rasmussen, Editor
University of California Press
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