The Mysterious Stranger: A Romance

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Harper & Bros., 1916 - 150 páginas

"I know your race. It is made up of sheep. It is governed by minorities, seldom or never by majorities. It suppresses its feelings and its beliefs and follows the handful that makes the most noise. Sometimes the noisy handful is right, sometimes wrong; but no matter, the crowd follows it."

-Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger (1916)


The Mysterious Stranger (1916) is the third version of a story which Mark Twain worked on during his later life, but which was published posthumously by Albert Paine, Twain's biographer.


This jacketed hardcover replica of the original edition of The Mysterious Stranger, with color illustrations by well-known American illustrator N. C. Wyeth, offers a mysterious tale about the visit of a teenage boy named Satan to a medieval Austrian village, Eseldorf. Satan claims to be an angel and nephew of the fallen angel with the same name. When he meets three local boys, he tells them about the future, and he transports them around the world showing examples of religious radicalism.

 

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Página 123 - Before long you will see this curious thing: the speakers stoned from the platform, and free speech strangled by hordes of furious men who in their secret hearts are still at one with those stoned speakers— as earlier— but do not dare to say so. And now the whole nation— pulpit and all— will take up the warcry, and shout itself hoarse, and mob any honest man who ventures to open his mouth; and presently such mouths will cease to open.
Página 113 - It is a remarkable progress. In five or six thousand years five or six high civilizations have risen, flourished, commanded the wonder of the world then faded out and disappeared; and not one of them except the latest ever invented any sweeping and adequate way to kill people. They all did their best — to kill being the chiefest ambition of the human race and the earliest incident in its history — but only the Christian civilization has scored a triumph to be proud of. Two or three centuries...
Página 136 - Power, money, persuasion, supplication, persecution — these can lift at a colossal humbug — push it a little — weaken it a little, century by century; but only laughter can blow it to rags and atoms at a blast. Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Página 64 - We boys wanted to warn them, but we backed down when it came to the pinch, being afraid. We found that we were not manly enough nor brave enough to do a generous action when there was a chance that it could get us into trouble.
Página 87 - I have changed Nikolaus's life, and this has changed Lisa's. If I had not done this, Nikolaus would save Lisa; then he would catch cold from his drenching; one of your race's fantastic and desolating scarlet fevers would follow, with pathetic after-effects; for forty-six years he would lie in his bed a paralytic log, deaf, dumb, blind, and praying night and day for the blessed relief of death. Shall I change his life back?
Página 122 - These institutions will always remain, and always flourish, and always oppress you, affront you, and degrade you, because you will always be and remain slaves of minorities. There was never a country where the majority of the people were in then- secret hearts loyal to any of these institutions." I did not like to hear our race called sheep, and said I did not think they were. "Still, it is true, lamb,
Página 143 - Life itself is only a vision, a dream." It was electrical. By God! I had had that very thought a thousand times in my musings! "Nothing exists; all is a dream. God— man— the world— the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars— a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space— and you!
Página 1 - Austria was far away from the world, and asleep ; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even set it away back centuries upon centuries and said that by the mental and spiritual clock...
Página 81 - Man's mind clumsily and tediously and laboriously, patches little trivialities together and gets a result — such J as it is. My mind creates! Do you get the force of that? Creates anything it desires — and in a moment. Creates without material. Creates fluids, solids, colors — anything, • everything — out of the airy nothing which is called Thought.* A man imagines a silk thread, imagines a machine to make it, imagines a picture, then by weeks of labor embroiders it on canvas with the thread.
Página 25 - Man is made of dirt — I saw him made. I am not made of dirt. Man is a museum of diseases, a home of impurities; he comes to-day and is gone to-morrow; he begins as dirt and departs as stench; I am of the aristocracy of J jthe Imperishables.

Acerca do autor (1916)

MARK TWAIN (1835-1910), pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens, was an American writer, entrepreneur, publisher, and lecturer who became one of America's greatest and most popular writers. Twain was born in Florida, Missouri, and grew up in Hannibal, Missouri, the state which influenced much of his writing. Twain acquired fame for his travel stories such as Life on the Mississippi (1883), and for his boyhood adventure novels The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876) and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885).

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