O, your insufferable pride, which will have a fall
some day! If you had gone with us and let me
pay the $50 which the trip and the board and the various
nicknacks and mementoes would cost, I would have picked
up enough droppings from your conversation to pay
me 500 per cent profit in the way of the several magazine
articles which I could have written, whereas I can
now write only one or two and am therefore largely
out of pocket by your proud ways. Ponder these
things. Lord, what a perfectly bewitching excursion
it was! I traveled under an assumed name and
was never molested with a polite attention from anybody.
Love
to you all.
Yrs
ever
Mark
Aldrich, meantime, had invited
the Clemenses to Ponkapog during the
Bermuda absence, and Clemens hastened to send
him a line expressing
regrets. At the close he said:
To T. B. Aldrich, in Ponkapog, Mass.:
Farmington Avenue, Hartford, June 3, 1877. Day after tomorrow we leave for the hills beyond Elmira, N. Y. for the summer, when I shall hope to write a book of some sort or other to beat the people with. A work similar to your new one in the Atlantic is what I mean, though I have not heard what the nature of that one is. Immoral, I suppose. Well, you are right. Such books sell best, Howells says. Howells says he is going to make his next book indelicate. He says he thinks there is money in it. He says there is a large class of the young, in schools and seminaries who—But you let him tell you. He has ciphered it all down to a demonstration.
With the warmest remembrances to the pair of you
Ever
Yours
Samuel
L. Clemens.
Clemens would naturally write something about Bermuda, and began at once, “Random Notes of an Idle Excursion,” and presently completed four papers, which Howells eagerly accepted for the Atlantic. Then we find him plunging into another play, this time alone.
To W. D. Howells, in Boston: