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    The Facts Concerning the Recent Carnival of Crime in Connecticut
    The Facts Concerning the Recent Carnival of Crime in Connecticut
    The Facts Concerning the Recent Carnival of Crime in Connecticut
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    The Facts Concerning the Recent Carnival of Crime in Connecticut

    By Mark Twain

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateJan 1, 2004
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    Samuel Langhorne Clemens was born in Missouri in 1835, the son of a lawyer. Early in his childhood, the family moved to Hannibal, Missouri – a town which would provide the inspiration for St Petersburg in Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. After a period spent as a travelling printer, Clemens became a river pilot on the Mississippi: a time he would look back upon as his happiest. When he turned to writing in his thirties, he adopted the pseudonym Mark Twain ('Mark Twain' is the cry of a Mississippi boatman taking depth measurements, and means 'two fathoms'), and a number of highly successful publications followed, including The Prince and the Pauper (1882), Huckleberry Finn (1884) and A Connecticut Yankee (1889). His later life, however, was marked by personal tragedy and sadness, as well as financial difficulty. In 1894, several businesses in which he had invested failed, and he was declared bankrupt. Over the next fifteen years – during which he managed to regain some measure of financial independence – he saw the deaths of two of his beloved daughters, and his wife. Increasingly bitter and depressed, Twain died in 1910, aged seventy-five.

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      I'm not sure the bones of this one hold together--the more highly moral someone is, the more their conscience grows large and noble and fair (and vice versa--the protagonist in this one, who has sullied himself with sin after sin and lives in self-loathing, is a low dwarf covered in green mould), but at the same time when he feels guilt (or more, shame--his aunt harping on him for smoking, e.g) his conscience gets "heavy" and dopey and when not, light as a feather?* Though the latter bit is obviously needed for the plot because the more the guy wants to strangle his conscience and rid himself of it for good, the less he can, and the more guilty and in irons he is, the more vulnerable the conscience. Which basically skyrockets us past a Freudian conception of superegoic injunction and right into a view of guilt as abjection very much in tune with our conceptions in this trauma-troubled age. And the ending is indeed so weird--all of a sudden we've skipped over multiple murders (what you might expect from a resentful dude who kills his conscience) to the cartoonish gothique of the protagonist sitting in his basement surrounded by cadavers trying to sell them to medical schools--so sudden, and so weird and twisted, that it points directly to Twain's great and grotesque cadaver obsession, and in that sense to his own guilt and shame (he witnessed his father's autopsy as a boy), and starts to act as a skeleton key to this element in his work.* (actually, maybe it's the shame/guilt axis that's the answer to my thing here: a noble conscience is one that lives inside you and makes you feel bad when you should; a low one makes you seethe with resentment; but the noble person is less prone to being shamed from the outside, since they conscientiously try to be good and view themselves in proportion, whereas the one with the weak internal compass is more prone to shameful acts and attendant shame? I think that is it! Twain could have brought that out)

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    Title: The Facts Concerning The Recent Carnival Of Crime In Connecticut

    Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)

    Release Date: August 19, 2006 [EBook #3183]

    Last Updated: October 30, 2012

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    THE FACTS CONCERNING THE RECENT CARNIVAL OF CRIME IN CONNECTICUT

    by Mark Twain

    I was feeling blithe, almost jocund. I put a match to my cigar, and just then the morning's mail was handed in. The first superscription I glanced at was in a handwriting that sent a thrill of pleasure through and through me. It was Aunt Mary's; and she was the person I loved and honored most in all the world, outside of my own household. She had been my boyhood's idol; maturity, which is fatal to so many enchantments, had not been able to dislodge her from her pedestal; no, it had only justified her right to be there, and placed her dethronement permanently among the impossibilities. To show how strong her influence over me was, I will observe that long after everybody else's do-stop-smoking had ceased to affect me in the slightest degree, Aunt Mary could still stir my torpid conscience into faint signs of life when she touched upon the matter. But all things have their limit in this world. A happy day came at last, when even Aunt Mary's words could no longer move me. I was not merely glad to see that day arrive; I was more than glad—I was grateful; for when its sun had set, the one alloy that was able to mar my enjoyment of my aunt's society was gone. The remainder of her stay with us that winter was in every way a delight. Of course she pleaded with me just as earnestly as ever, after that blessed day, to quit my pernicious habit, but to no purpose whatever; the moment she opened the subject I at once became calmly, peacefully, contentedly indifferent—absolutely, adamantinely indifferent. Consequently the closing weeks of that memorable visit melted away as pleasantly as a dream, they were so freighted for me with tranquil satisfaction. I could not have enjoyed my pet vice more if my gentle tormentor had been a smoker herself, and an advocate of the practice. Well, the sight of her handwriting reminded me that I way getting very hungry to see her again. I easily guessed what I should find in her letter. I opened it. Good! just as I expected;

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