re Re: NP: Twain, Part One

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Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

    Dylan, "Stuck Inside..."

Is this fun, or what!? Of course, it's not really end, it's
only rock 'n roll, but... you know.

 From: Terrance <lycidas2 at earthlink.net>
 
 [Of course Huck is lying again, he didn't learn this French from no
 book--book learning ain't exactly his forte. Neither is logic.  Of
 course, once again,  Jim's argument is perfectly logical. 

 In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to
 them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand
 their own language.
 - Innocents Abroad

 t has always been a marvel to me--that French language; it has always
 been a puzzle to me. How beautiful that language is! How expressive it
 seems to be! How full of grace it is! And when it comes from lips like
 those [of Sarah Bernhardt], how eloquent and how limpid it is! And, oh,
 I am always deceived--I always think I am going to understand it.
 - Mark Twain, a Biography

 Where so many of the guests are French, the propriety will be recognized
 of my making a portion of my speech in the beautiful language in order
 that I may be perfectly understood. I speak French with timidity, and
 not flowingly - except when excited. When using that language I have
 often noticed that I have hardly ever been mistaken for a Frenchman,
 except, perhaps, by horses; never, I believe, by people....
  - Mark Twain, IN MONTREAL: HIS SPEECH AT THE BANQUET IN HIS HONOR.


 French are the connecting link between man & the monkey.
 - Notebook #18, Feb.- Sept. 1879]