January 7 Thursday – At the Villa Reale di Quarto near Florence Sam wrote to Frederick A. Duneka.
I have letters from England asking that the Dog’s Tale be issued in swell form & price & kept on view all the time & used as a present in holiday-time & out of it. One man (of manifestly fine judgement) says “It is already a classic, & will remain so. It stands at the head of the literature of its kind.”
How would it do to issue it now before its little stir has evaporated? In number of words it falls short of our contract-limit for one-dollar books, but I would be willing to suspend that law in this case if there is any way to put it in a dress that would justify charging a dollar for it [MTP]. Note: at the top of the letter Sam asked if a copy of P&P could be sent to Dr. David Cushman Twichell, Adirondack Sanitarium, Saranac Lake, N.Y. (Joe Twichell’s son).
Sam also wrote to Louis Freeland Post (1849-1928), lawyer, editor, advocate of Henry George’s Single Tax. “I thank you very much for the book, which I prize for its lucidity, its sanity & its moderation, & because I believe its gospel” [MTP: The Public, Sept. 10, 1904, p.367]. Note: Post was Asst. Sec. of Labor under Wilson (1913-21). Sam’s above words from “I prize…” were used in reviews advertising for Ethics of Democracy (1903). Post’s earlier pamphlet was Documentary Outline of the Phillipine Case, which appeared as in article in the May 19, 1900 The Public, “a weekly Chicago review of current events” [Gribben 556].
Sam also began a letter to Joe Twichell that he finished on Jan. 10.
Dear Joe,— . . . I have had a handsome success, in one way, here. I left New York under a sort of half promise to furnish to the Harper magazine 30,000 words this year. Magazining is difficult work because every third page represents 2 pages that you have put in the fire; (because you are nearly sure to start wrong twice) and so when you have finished an article and are willing to let it go to print it represents only 10 cents a word instead of 30.
But this time I had the curious (and unexpected) luck to start right in each case. I turned out 37,000 words in 25 working days; and the reason I think I started right every time is, that not only have I approved and accepted the several articles, but the court of last resort (Livy) has done the same.
On many of the between-days I did some work, but only of an idle and not necessarily necessary sort, since it will not see print until I am dead. I shall continue this (an hour per day) but the rest of the year I expect to put in on a couple of long books (half-completed ones.) No more magazine-work hanging over my head.
This secluded and silent solitude this clean, soft air and this enchanting view of Florence, the great valley and the snow-mountains that frame it are the right conditions for work. They are a persistent inspiration. To-day is very lovely; when the afternoon arrives there will be a new picture every hour till dark, and each of them divine—or progressing from divine to diviner and divinest. On this (second) floor Clara’s room commands the finest; she keeps a window ten feet high wide open all the time and frames it in. I go in from time to time, every day and trade sass for a look. The central detail is a distant and stately snow-hump that rises above and behind black-forested hills, and its sloping vast buttresses, velvety and sun-polished with purple shadows between, make the sort of picture we knew that time we walked in Switzerland in the days of our youth.
I wish I could show your letter to Livy—but she must wait a week or so for it. I think I told you she had a prostrating week of tonsilitis a monthago; she has remained very feeble ever since, and confined to the bed of course, but we allow ourselves to believe she will regain the lost ground in another month. Her physician is Professor Grocco—she could not have a better. And she has a very good trained nurse.
Love to all of you from all of us. And to all of our dear Hartford friends. / Mark [MTP: Paine’s 1917 Mark Twain’s Letters, p.738]. Note: Prof. Pietro Grocco, and Margaret Sherry. See Jan. 10 for P.S.
James Henderson, advertising manager of the Columbia Phonograph Co. wrote from NYC to ask if Sam would “sell his voice”—that is, write a short story and dictate it to a graphophone for a series of records! [MTP]. Note: regrettably, this did not happen; no recording of Twain is extant, though a few were made.