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takers. Charlotte Corday—she risked and got, hell—as
she believed.

No man that ever lived has ever done a thing to please
God—primarily. It was done to please himself, then God
next.

A man's brain (intellect) is stored powder; it cannot
touch itself off; the fire must come from the outside.

Aug. 10, '98. Last night dreamed of a whaling cruise
in a drop of water. Not by microscope, but actually. This
would mean a reduction of the participants to a minute-
ness which would make them nearly invisible to God, and
He wouldn't be interested in them any longer.

Lying thinking about this, concluded to write a dispute
between a microscope and a telescope—one can pull a
moral out of that.

The lowest form of the embarrassed laugh is when
you do it when soliloquizing; when you use it involun-
tarily—to cover a naked and poor remark made to a
person who is present in your imagination only. (I wish
the word "only" was in hell.)

Sept. 10. News came at 6 P.M. that the Empress was
assassinated at Geneva, just after noon.

Sept. 17. Friday—funeral of the Empress—in the
church opposite the Hotel Kranz windows. [That is, those
of Mark Twain's apartment—season 1898-99.]

THE BELLS.

At twelve noon the little square was suddenly emptied.

At 1:05 building the fence—with soldiers—a wall of
them, elbow to elbow, double rank, against every side-

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