The Letters Of Mark Twain, Complete


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... As to the other matters, here are the details.  
Yes, I have tried a number of summer homes, here and in Europe together.  
Each of these homes had charms of its own; charms and delights of its  
own, and some of them--even in Europe had comforts. Several of them had  
conveniences, too. They all had a "view."  
It is my conviction that there should always be some water in a view--a  
lake or a river, but not the ocean, if you are down on its level. I  
think that when you are down on its level it seldom inflames you with an  
ecstasy which you could not get out of a sand-flat. It is like being on  
board ship, over again; indeed it is worse than that, for there's three  
months of it. On board ship one tires of the aspects in a couple of  
days, and quits looking. The same vast circle of heaving humps is spread  
around you all the time, with you in the centre of it and never gaining  
an inch on the horizon, so far as you can see; for variety, a flight  
of flying-fish, mornings; a flock of porpoises throwing summersaults  
afternoons; a remote whale spouting, Sundays; occasional phosphorescent  
effects, nights; every other day a streak of black smoke trailing along  
under the horizon; on the one single red letter day, the illustrious  
iceberg. I have seen that iceberg thirty-four times in thirty-seven  
voyages; it is always the same shape, it is always the same size, it  
always throws up the same old flash when the sun strikes it; you may set  
it on any New York door-step of a June morning and light it up with a  
mirror-flash; and I will engage to recognize it. It is artificial, and  
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