Twain - the Battle Continues
Hey Folks,
I’ve been re-reading Mark Twain’s A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court and sharing pieces of Twain’s political commentary with you here (this is the 34th entry) .
His insights remain pertinent to this day. We haven’t changed much from Twain’s day – or from King Arthur’s, for that matter.
Chapter 43 – That night the Yankee and Clarence waited and watched as more and more knights naively joined their dead brethren, electrocuted all along the fence lines.
“We concluded to make a tour between the inner fences. We elected to walk upright, for convenience sake . . . Well, it was a curious trip. Everywhere dead men were lying outside the second fence – not plainly visible, but still visible; and we counted fifteen of those pathetic statues – dead knights standing with their hands on the upper wire. . .
Pretty soon we detected a muffled and heavy sound, and the next moment we guessed what it was. It was a surprise in force coming! . . . we stood by the inner fence and watched the silent lightning do its awful work upon that swarming host. One could make out but little of detail; but he could note that a black mass was piling itself up beyond the second fence. That swelling bulk was dead men! Our camp was enclosed with a solid wall of the dead – a bulwark, a breastwork, of corpses, you may say."
- Uke Man
I’ve been re-reading Mark Twain’s A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court and sharing pieces of Twain’s political commentary with you here (this is the 34th entry) .
His insights remain pertinent to this day. We haven’t changed much from Twain’s day – or from King Arthur’s, for that matter.
Chapter 43 – That night the Yankee and Clarence waited and watched as more and more knights naively joined their dead brethren, electrocuted all along the fence lines.
“We concluded to make a tour between the inner fences. We elected to walk upright, for convenience sake . . . Well, it was a curious trip. Everywhere dead men were lying outside the second fence – not plainly visible, but still visible; and we counted fifteen of those pathetic statues – dead knights standing with their hands on the upper wire. . .
Pretty soon we detected a muffled and heavy sound, and the next moment we guessed what it was. It was a surprise in force coming! . . . we stood by the inner fence and watched the silent lightning do its awful work upon that swarming host. One could make out but little of detail; but he could note that a black mass was piling itself up beyond the second fence. That swelling bulk was dead men! Our camp was enclosed with a solid wall of the dead – a bulwark, a breastwork, of corpses, you may say."
- Uke Man
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