And self is back to reading Twain.
She’s on Chapter X of Following the Equator: “Some Barbarous English Laws.”
The opening quote is: “Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.” (Pudd’nhead Wilson)
Twain lets his indignation/sarcasm go flat out in this chapter. The excerpt below is probably his mildest in this section:
When the colony was about eighteen or twenty years old it was discovered that the land was specially fitted for the wool culture. Prosperity followed, commerce with the world began, by and by rich mines of the noble metal were opened, immigrants flowed in, capital likewise. The result is the great and wealthy and enlightened commonwealth of New South Wales.
It is a country that is rich in mines, wool ranches, trams, railways, steamship lines, schools, newspapers, botanical gardens, art-galleries, libraries, museums, hospitals, learned societies; it is the hospitable home of every species of material enterprise, and there is a church at every man’s door, and a race-track over the way.
Twain’s next stop was Australia, where he was to spend three-and-a-half months.
(Self still going to be quoting from Clockwork Angel. She’s just alternating between the Twain and that)