His attitude toward the Philippine war — a war in which American soldiers brought home ears as trophies — was the following, as quoted by Howard Zinn:.
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We have pacified some thousands of the islanders and buried them; destroyed their fields; burned their villages, and turned their widows and orphans out-of-doors; furnished heartbreak by exile to some dozens of disagreeable patriots; subjugated the remaining ten millions by Benevolent Assimilation, which is the pious new name of the musket; we have acquired property in the three hundred concubines and slaves of our business partner, the Sultan of Sulu, and hoisted our protecting flag over that swag. What is fascinating is that they were both writing about Joan of Arc at the same time, I have finished my story of Joan of Arc, that wonderful child, that sublime personality, that spirit which in one regard has had no peer and will have none —this: its purity from all alloy of self-seeking, self-interest, personal ambition.
In it no trace of these motives can be found, search as you may, and this cannot be said of any other person whose name appears in profane history.
With Joan of Arc love of country was more than a sentiment — it was a passion. She was the Genius of Patriotism — she was Patriotism embodied, concreted, made flesh, and palpable to the touch and visible to the eye.
It is generally not acknowledged as an interesting work, although Twain considered it the most important thing he had ever written In Domremy, II. Trial and Martyrdom. In the same way he is able to set up religious and political conundrums in a few simple lines, such as this:. Portions of the court trials are also quoted, as well as two testimonies from the Rehabilitation process, cited in book 3, chapter VI p.
The notes do not occur until book 2, chapter 13 p. It is her purity of heart and purpose that is totally contrasted with the motivations of those currently in power in France, from the English King, to the French King, to the Duke of Burgundy and the powers of the Church. In all cases Twain exposes the faults of the powerful, as compared with the way Joan exercises authority. I give you my honor, now, that I am not going to distort or discolor the facts of this miserable trial.
No, I will give them to you honestly, detail by detail, just as Manchon and I set them down daily in the official record of the court, and just as one may read them in the printed histories.
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His account of the Great Trial will be found to be in strict and detailed accordance with the sworn facts of history. So, then, the little English King, by his representative, formally delivered Joan into the hands of the court, but with this reservation: if the court failed to condemn her, he was to have her back again!
Critics were unprepared for this style of narrative, no doubt. And while criticism has been justified in some details, given the whole picture the narrative presents, the most severe critics appear to be mistaken: they did not get the gist of the tale. By the time the narrative enters the trial book III , the reader is fully at one with the emotions of De Conte. Twain managed to provide the detail necessary for that identification much earlier in the narrative.
She is presented as many young American women of the frontier might be seen, in the context of a family gathering around a fire:. It blew a gale outside, and the screaming of the wind was a stirring sound, and I think I may say it was beautiful, for I think it is great and fine and beautiful to hear the wind rage and storm and blow its clarions like that, when you are inside and comfortable. And we were. Little Joan sat on a box apart, and had her bowl and bread on another one, and her pets around her helping.
She had more than was usual of them or economical, because all the outcast cats came and took up with her, and homeless or unlovable animals of other kinds heard about it and came, and these spread the matter to the other creatures, and they came also; and as the birds and the other timid wild things of the woods were not afraid of her, but always had an idea she was a friend when they came across her, and generally struck up an acquaintance with her to get invited to the house, she always had samples of those breeds in stock.
So the pets were left in peace, and here they were, as I have said, rabbits, birds, squirrels, cats, and other reptiles, all around the child, and full of interest in her supper, and helping what they could. There was a very small squirrel on her shoulder, sitting up, as those creatures do, and turning a rocky fragment of prehistoric chestnut-cake over and over in its knotty hands, and hunting for the less indurated places, and giving its elevated bushy tail a flirt and its pointed ears a toss when it found one — signifying thankfulness and surprise — and then it filed that place off with those two slender front teeth which a squirrel carries for that purpose and not for ornament, for ornamental they never could be, as any will admit that have noticed them.
Everything was going fine and breezy and hilarious, but then there came an interruption, for somebody hammered on the door. It was one of those ragged road-stragglers — the eternal wars kept the country full of them. He came in, all over snow, and stamped his feet, and shook, and brushed himself, and shut the door, and took off his limp ruin of a hat, and slapped it once or twice against his leg to knock off its fleece of snow, and then glanced around on the company with a pleased look upon his thin face, and a most yearning and famished one in his eye when it fell upon the victuals, and then he gave us a humble and conciliatory salutation, and said it was a blessed thing to have a fire like that on such a night, and a roof overhead like this, and that rich food to eat, and loving friends to talk with — ah, yes, this was true, and God help the homeless, and such as must trudge the roads in this weather.
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Nobody said anything. The embarrassed poor creature stood there and appealed to one face after the other with his eyes, and found no welcome in any, the smile on his own face flickering and fading and perishing, meanwhile; then he dropped his gaze, the muscles of his face began to twitch, and he put up his hand to cover this womanish sign of weakness. The stranger was startled, and took his hand away, and there was Joan standing before him offering him her bowl of porridge.
Sit down, I say! Her father had not the art; neither could he learn it. We are being eaten out of house and home by his like, and I have said I would endure it no more, and will keep my word.
He has the face of a rascal anyhow, and a villain. Sit down, I tell you! This at a time when, according to T. Stick to it! Twain, despite the venom of critics, insisted that Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc was his best novel. Perhaps it was the one he had worked the hardest at, for all sorts of reasons his affection for his daughter, his own early encounter with the story of Joan, his personal research in France and visits he made to places where Joan had been.
In speeches he made after his identity as author was revealed, his admiration for Joan seems only to have intensified. This Joan gave Twain bay leaves on a satin pillow, which deeply moved him It seems that the Society of Illustrators had managed to completely surprise Twain, and that he was at first speechless.uzuvesagihex.tk
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Wherever you find the conventional Joan of Arc in history, she is an offense to anybody who knows the story of that wonderful girl. Why, she was — she was almost supreme in several details. She had a marvelous intellect; she had a great heart, had a noble spirit, was absolutely pure in her character, her feeling, her language, her words, her everything — she was only eighteen years old. Now put that heart into such a breast — eighteen years old — and give it that masterly intellect which showed in the face, and furnish it with that almost godlike spirit, and what are you going to have?
The conventional Joan of Arc? Not by any means. That is impossible. I cannot comprehend any such thing as that. You must have a creature like that young and fair and beautiful girl we just saw. And her spirit must look out of the eyes. The figure should be — the figure should be in harmony with all that, but, oh, what we get in the conventional picture, and it is always the conventional picture!
Rogers, the man who financed the completion for the mile long Virginian Railway, Twain would offer sincere tribute. There is one side of Mr. Rogers that has not been mentioned. If you will leave that to me I will touch upon that.
There was a note in an editorial in one of the Norfolk papers this morning that touched upon that very thing, that hidden side of Mr. Rogers, where it spoke of Helen Keller and her affection for Mr.
Rogers, to whom she dedicated her life book. And she has a right to feel that way, because without the public knowing anything about it, he rescued, if I may use that term, that marvelous girl, that wonderful southern girl, that girl who was stone deaf, blind, and dumb from scarlet fever when she was a baby eighteen months old; and who now is as well and thoroughly educated as any woman on this planet at twenty-nine years of age. She is the most marvelous person of her sex that has existed on this earth since Joan of Arc Ghirardi, the translator, in his note about the translated text says that he eliminated some of the anachronisms concerning the Medieval era, 36 which, although they slow down the English reader, were also part of the artifice the author built to hide his own identity, which today is of course no longer a mystery.
With the twelve years of historical research that Mark Twain had invested, and nearly a lifetime of meditation on the subject, he had already done a fine job of giving the United States a pertinent portrait of Joan. Grossman, Zoltan.
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Harris, Susan K. Horn, Jason Gary. Columbia: University of Missouri Press, Jenn, Ronald. Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc et les travestissements de la langue. Kilgore-Caradec, Jennifer. Leary, Lewis ed. Berkeley: University of California Press, Lears, T. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, Mark Twain was born Samuel Clemens in Missouri in He died in Twin's serious, impassioned, meticulously researched story about a compelling heroine, the Maid of Orleans.