Not Much Has Changed
I finally finished reading the first volume of Mark Twain’s autobiography; it’s taken me roughly six months, but in my defense it is a rather large volume - 663 pages, not including the reference pages. I’ve come to the conclusion that either Mark Twain as a philosopher and humorist was way ahead of his time, or we as a nation are merely spinning in circles. There is probably quite a bit of both involved! His musings on his short stint as the temporary editor of an agricultural paper is nothing short of pure belly laughing genius, although to hear him tell it the farmers of the day found nothing amusing in his writings of moulting season for cows, and tree growing turnips. But then in his defense for his rather odd take on all things agriculture he does state the obvious; that drama critiques are generally those who know nothing of good acting, most book reviewers have never written one, financial advisors to the poor have never experienced that particular state of being, and that the less a man knows the bigger the noise he makes and the higher the salary he commands. Nope, nothing much has changed in the last one hundred years.