The subject to which I refer is, should you not have guessed it (which you undoubtedly did not, only getting close if you've met me and guessed this was autobiographical), refers to Mark Twain. I just wrote an email to a girl I met in Rock Hill and quoted a letter he wrote, once upon a time (although I've gotta admit I was about to say it's from an old email he once wrote...). Here it is:
To William Dean Howells:
January 18, 1909
I have to write a line, lazy as I am, to say how your Poe article delighted me; and to say that I am in agreement with substantially all you say about his literature. To me his prose is unreadable--like Jane Austen's. No, there is a difference. I could read his prose on salary, but not Jane's. Jane is entirely impossible. It seems a shame they allowed her to die a natural death.
Another thing: you grant that God and circumstances sinned against Poe but you also grant that he sinned against himself--a thing which he couldn't do and didn't do.
It is lively up here now. I wish you could come.
Ahh, yes. My favorite part, of course, is the line about allowing her to die a natural death. Every few months I remember it and quote it to someone. Nicole said he sounded really egotistical (or somethign along those lines), which I thought was a fitting response. I just think it's really funny.
Are you expecting more from this? Perhaps a point? A tie in to disc golf, something about the not being able to sin against yourself? Sorry. That was all, I just wanted to share the letter.