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At Heidelberg

Went up to Konigstuhl, and recognized old Gretchen—
the two girls seem to recognize me (gave me hopes) but
didn't; two red-headed children I attributed to the
younger (fat) one. I was a skittish young thing of 42 in
those days.

We have our old room now, No. 40.

He refers to their German sojourn in 1878,
when for a time they had lived at the Schloss
Hotel, and he had worked in a small cottage
farther up the hill

Europe has lived a life of hypocrisy for ages; it is so
ingrained in flesh and blood that sincere speech is im-
possible to these people, when speaking of hereditary
power. "God Save the King5' is uttered millions of times a
day in Europe, and issues nearly always from just the
mouth, neither higher nor lower.

The first gospel of all monarchies should be Rebellion;
the second should be Rebellion; and the third and all gos-
pels and the only gospel in any monarchy should be
Rebellion against Church and State.

Want milk but they don't have it—would be too con-
spicuous not to drink wine. The wine increases my rheu-
matism, too.

Arrived at Ouchy, Thursday Sept. 17 ("91) noon.

September 19, Saturday—depart from Grand Hotel,
Beau Rivage, at 2 P.M., for Castle Chatillon on Lac
Bourget, for boat trip down Rhone.1

1See <*Down The Rhone" in VoL Europe aiuL Elsewhere^ Mark
Twain's Works. Also, Mark Twin—a Biogra$hy> Chapter
CLXXVI.

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