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To Whitmore, near the end of the summer, he wrote:I've got 16 working-days left yet, and in that time I will add another120,000 words to my book if I have luck. ' But hestuck to it. He was not well; he was restless and disturbed;his heart bleak with a great loneliness. Isuggested, however, that it was probably some rheumatic touch, and thisopinion seemed warranted when, a few moments later, the hot water hadagain relieved it.

He had entitled his speech, Die Schrecken der Deutschen Sprache (the terrors of the German language). hich you offer me, in naming anassociation after me and in proposing the setting apart of a Mark Twainday at the great St. I am not going to tell you what to draw. Reading it, one canvisualize the author as a careering charger, with a bit in his teeth,trampling the poetry