The Innocents Abroad — Volume 01 by Mark Twain
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the way of length and straightness and slimness, used to report progress
every morning in the most glowing and spirited way, and say: "Oh, I'm coming along bully!" (he was a little given to slang in his happier moods.) "I wrote ten pages in my journal last night--and you know I wrote nine the night before and twelve the night before that. Why, it's only fun!" "What do you find to put in it, Jack?" "Oh, everything. Latitude and longitude, noon every day; and how many miles we made last twenty-four hours; and all the domino games I beat and horse billiards; and whales and sharks and porpoises; and the text of the sermon Sundays (because that'll tell at home, you know); and the ships we saluted and what nation they were; and which way the wind was, and whether there was a heavy sea, and what sail we carried, though we don't ever carry any, principally, going against a head wind always--wonder what is the reason of that?--and how many lies Moult has told--Oh, every thing! I've got everything down. My father told me to keep that journal. Father wouldn't take a thousand dollars for it when I get it done." "No, Jack; it will be worth more than a thousand dollars--when you get it done." "Do you?--no, but do you think it will, though? "Yes, it will be worth at least as much as a thousand dollars--when you get it done. May be more." |
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