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Some Rambling Notes of an Idle Excursion
Автор Марк Твен12+
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Дата написания1970-01-01
Язык книгиen
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Темыамериканская литератураамериканская классика
Описание
Автор описывает своё путешествие в Нью-Хейвен, Нью-Йорк и Бермудские острова, размышляя о выборе места захоронения, наблюдая морские приключения и культурные различия, а также сталкиваясь с бюрократическими процедурами при возвращении.
Главный конфликт / проблема
Выбор места захоронения на кладбище
Ключевые идеи
- Путешествие как способ отдохнуть от деловых обязанностей
- Планирование захоронения и выбор участка на кладбище
- Важность точного времени и надежности корабельных приборов
- Культурные и природные особенности Бермудских островов
- Бюрократические сложности при возвращении в США
Вывод
Книга приводит к осознанию важности выбора места захоронения и уважения к культурным особенностям
Кому полезна
- Путешественники
- Люди, интересующиеся историей морских путешествий
- Люди, интересующиеся культурными различиями
Главные темы
- Путешествия и наблюдения
- Культурные различия и бытовые вопросы
- Морские приключения и выживание
Персонажи
- Уильям — Брат автора, который выбирает участок №9, считая его более выгодным и удобным.
- Джон — Брат автора, который рассматривает варианты захоронения и выражает сомнения.
- Реверанс — Духовный человек, который присоединяется к путешествию и участвует в обсуждениях.
Цитаты
- Теперь, Джон, мы поговорили об этом, и вот что мы сделали.
- Судя по всему, он был в курсе того, как важно иметь точный часовой механизм.
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1835–1910. Mark Twain. американский писатель, журналист и общественный деятель (1835–1910)
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Страница 1 из 13SOME RAMBLING NOTES OF AN IDLE EXCURSION by Mark Twain
I.
All the journeyings I had ever done had been purely in the way of business. The pleasant May weather suggested a novelty namely, a trip for pure recreation, the bread-and-butter element left out. The Reverend said he would go, too; a good man, one of the best of men, although a clergyman. By eleven at night we were in New Haven and on board the New York boat. We bought our tickets, and then went wandering around here and there, in the solid comfort of being free and idle, and of putting distance between ourselves and the mails and telegraphs.
After a while I went to my stateroom and undressed, but the night was too enticing for bed. We were moving down the bay now, and it was pleasant to stand at the window and take the cool night breeze and watch the gliding lights on shore. Presently, two elderly men sat down under that window and began a conversation. Their talk was properly no business of mine, yet I was feeling friendly toward the world and willing to be entertained. I soon gathered that they were brothers, that they were from a small Connecticut village, and that the matter in hand concerned the cemetery. Said one:
"Now, John, we talked it all over amongst ourselves, and this is what we've done. You see, everybody was a-movin' from the old buryin'-ground, and our folks was 'most about left to theirselves, as you may say. They was crowded, too, as you know; lot wa'n't big enough in the first place; and last year, when Seth's wife died, we couldn't hardly tuck her in. She sort o' overlaid Deacon Shorb's lot, and he soured on her, so to speak, and on the rest of us, too. So we talked it over, and I was for a lay out in the new simitery on the hill. They wa'n't unwilling, if it was cheap. Well, the two best and biggest plots was No. 8 and No. 9—both of a size; nice comfortable room for twenty-six—twenty-six full-growns, that is; but you reckon in children and other shorts, and strike an average, and I should say you might lay in thirty, or maybe thirty-two or three, pretty genteel—no crowdin' to signify."
"That's a plenty, William. Which one did you buy?"
"Well, I'm a-comin' to that, John. You see, No. 8 was thirteen dollars, No. 9 fourteen—"
"I see. So's't you took No. 8."
"You wait. I took No. 9. And I'll tell you for why. In the first place, Deacon Shorb wanted it. Well, after the way he'd gone on about Seth's wife overlappin' his prem'ses, I'd 'a' beat him out of that No. 9 if I'd 'a' had to stand two dollars extra, let alone one. That's the way I felt about it. Says I, what's a dollar, anyway? Life's on'y a pilgrimage, says I; we ain't here for good, and we can't take it with us, says I. So I just dumped it down, knowin' the Lord don't suffer a good deed to go for nothin', and cal'latin' to take it out o' somebody in the course o' trade. Then there was another reason, John. No. 9's a long way the handiest lot in the simitery, and the likeliest for situation. It lays right on top of a knoll in the dead center of the buryin' ground; and you can see Millport from there, and Tracy's, and Hopper Mount, and a raft o' farms, and so on. There ain't no better outlook from a buryin'-plot in the state. Si Higgins says so, and I reckon he ought to know. Well, and that ain't all. 'Course Shorb had to take No. 8; wa'n't no help for 't. Now, No. 8 jines onto No. 9, but it's on the slope of the hill, and every time it rains it 'll soak right down onto the Shorbs. Si Higgins says 't when the deacon's time comes, he better take out fire and marine insurance both on his remains."
Here there was the sound of a low, placid, duplicate chuckle of appreciation and satisfaction.
"Now, John, here's a little rough draft of the ground that I've made on a piece of paper. Up here in the left-hand corner we've bunched the departed; took them from the old graveyard and stowed them one alongside o' t'other, on a first-come-first-served plan, no partialities, with Gran'ther Jones for a starter, on'y because it happened so, and windin' up indiscriminate with Seth's twins. A little crowded towards the end of the lay-out, maybe, but we reckoned 'twa'n't best to scatter the twins. Well, next comes the livin'. Here, where it's marked A, we're goin' to put Mariar and her family, when they're called; B, that's for Brother Hosea and hisn; C, Calvin and tribe. What's left is these two lots here—just the gem of the whole patch for general style and outlook; they're for me and my folks, and you and yourn. Which of them would you rather be buried in?"
"I swan, you've took me mighty unexpected, William! It sort of started the shivers. Fact is, I was thinkin' so busy about makin' things comfortable for the others, I hadn't thought about being buried myself."
"Life's on'y a fleetin' show, John, as the sayin' is. We've all got to go, sooner or later. To go with a clean record's the main thing. Fact is, it's the on'y thing worth strivin' for, John."
"Yes, that's so, William, that's so; there ain't no getting around it. Which of these lots would you recommend?"
"Well, it depends, John. Are you particular about outlook?"
"I don't say I am, William, I don't say I ain't. Reely, I don't know. But mainly, I reckon, I'd set store by a south exposure."
"That's easy fixed, John. They're both south exposure. They take the sun, and the Shorbs get the shade."
"How about site, William?"
"D's a sandy sile, E's mostly loom."
"You may gimme E, then; William; a sandy sile caves in, more or less, and costs for repairs."
"All right, set your name down here, John, under E. Now, if you don't mind payin' me your share of the fourteen dollars, John, while we're on the business, everything's fixed."
After some Niggling and sharp bargaining the money was paid, and John bade his brother good night and took his leave. There was silence for some moments; then a soft chuckle welled up from the lonely William, and he muttered: "I declare for 't, if I haven't made a mistake! It's D that's mostly loom, not E. And John's booked for a sandy site after all."
There was another soft chuckle, and William departed to his rest also.
The next day, in New York, was a hot one. Still we managed to get more or less entertainment out of it. Toward the middle of the afternoon we arrived on board the stanch steamship Bermuda, with bag and baggage, and hunted for a shady place. It was blazing summer weather, until we were half-way down the harbor. Then I buttoned my coat closely; half an hour later I put on a spring overcoat and buttoned that. As we passed the light-ship I added an ulster and tied a handkerchief around the collar to hold it snug to my neck. So rapidly had the summer gone and winter come again?
By nightfall we were far out at sea, with no land in sight. No telegrams could come here, no letters, no news. This was an uplifting thought. It was still more uplifting to reflect that the millions of harassed people on shore behind us were suffering just as usual.
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Well, the two best and biggest plots was No. 8 and No. 9—both of a size; nice comfortable room for twenty-six—twenty-six full-growns, that is; but you reckon in children and other shorts, and strike an average, and I should say you might lay in thirty, or maybe thirty-two or three, pretty genteel—no crowdin' to signify.\""},{"id":"id14:4","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"That's a plenty, William. Which one did you buy?\""},{"id":"id14:5","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"Well, I'm a-comin' to that, John. You see, No. 8 was thirteen dollars, No. 9 fourteen—\""},{"id":"id14:6","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"I see. So's't you took No. 8.\""},{"id":"id14:7","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"You wait. I took No. 9. And I'll tell you for why. In the first place, Deacon Shorb wanted it. Well, after the way he'd gone on about Seth's wife overlappin' his prem'ses, I'd 'a' beat him out of that No. 9 if I'd 'a' had to stand two dollars extra, let alone one. That's the way I felt about it. Says I, what's a dollar, anyway? Life's on'y a pilgrimage, says I; we ain't here for good, and we can't take it with us, says I. So I just dumped it down, knowin' the Lord don't suffer a good deed to go for nothin', and cal'latin' to take it out o' somebody in the course o' trade. Then there was another reason, John. No. 9's a long way the handiest lot in the simitery, and the likeliest for situation. It lays right on top of a knoll in the dead center of the buryin' ground; and you can see Millport from there, and Tracy's, and Hopper Mount, and a raft o' farms, and so on. There ain't no better outlook from a buryin'-plot in the state. Si Higgins says so, and I reckon he ought to know. Well, and that ain't all. 'Course Shorb had to take No. 8; wa'n't no help for 't. Now, No. 8 jines onto No. 9, but it's on the slope of the hill, and every time it rains it 'll soak right down onto the Shorbs. Si Higgins says 't when the deacon's time comes, he better take out fire and marine insurance both on his remains.\""},{"id":"id14:8","kind":"paragraph","text":"Here there was the sound of a low, placid, duplicate chuckle of appreciation and satisfaction."},{"id":"id14:9","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"Now, John, here's a little rough draft of the ground that I've made on a piece of paper. Up here in the left-hand corner we've bunched the departed; took them from the old graveyard and stowed them one alongside o' t'other, on a first-come-first-served plan, no partialities, with Gran'ther Jones for a starter, on'y because it happened so, and windin' up indiscriminate with Seth's twins. A little crowded towards the end of the lay-out, maybe, but we reckoned 'twa'n't best to scatter the twins. Well, next comes the livin'. Here, where it's marked A, we're goin' to put Mariar and her family, when they're called; B, that's for Brother Hosea and hisn; C, Calvin and tribe. What's left is these two lots here—just the gem of the whole patch for general style and outlook; they're for me and my folks, and you and yourn. Which of them would you rather be buried in?\""},{"id":"id14:10","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"I swan, you've took me mighty unexpected, William! It sort of started the shivers. Fact is, I was thinkin' so busy about makin' things comfortable for the others, I hadn't thought about being buried myself.\""},{"id":"id14:11","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"Life's on'y a fleetin' show, John, as the sayin' is. We've all got to go, sooner or later. To go with a clean record's the main thing. Fact is, it's the on'y thing worth strivin' for, John.\""},{"id":"id14:12","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"Yes, that's so, William, that's so; there ain't no getting around it. Which of these lots would you recommend?\""},{"id":"id14:13","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"Well, it depends, John. Are you particular about outlook?\""},{"id":"id14:14","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"I don't say I am, William, I don't say I ain't. Reely, I don't know. But mainly, I reckon, I'd set store by a south exposure.\""},{"id":"id14:15","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"That's easy fixed, John. They're both south exposure. They take the sun, and the Shorbs get the shade.\""},{"id":"id14:16","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"How about site, William?\""},{"id":"id14:17","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"D's a sandy sile, E's mostly loom.\""},{"id":"id14:18","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"You may gimme E, then; William; a sandy sile caves in, more or less, and costs for repairs.\""},{"id":"id14:19","kind":"paragraph","text":"\"All right, set your name down here, John, under E. Now, if you don't mind payin' me your share of the fourteen dollars, John, while we're on the business, everything's fixed.\""},{"id":"id14:20","kind":"paragraph","text":"After some Niggling and sharp bargaining the money was paid, and John bade his brother good night and took his leave. There was silence for some moments; then a soft chuckle welled up from the lonely William, and he muttered: \"I declare for 't, if I haven't made a mistake! It's D that's mostly loom, not E. And John's booked for a sandy site after all.\""},{"id":"id14:21","kind":"paragraph","text":"There was another soft chuckle, and William departed to his rest also."},{"id":"id14:22","kind":"paragraph","text":"The next day, in New York, was a hot one. Still we managed to get more or less entertainment out of it. Toward the middle of the afternoon we arrived on board the stanch steamship Bermuda, with bag and baggage, and hunted for a shady place. It was blazing summer weather, until we were half-way down the harbor. Then I buttoned my coat closely; half an hour later I put on a spring overcoat and buttoned that. As we passed the light-ship I added an ulster and tied a handkerchief around the collar to hold it snug to my neck. So rapidly had the summer gone and winter come again?"},{"id":"id14:23","kind":"paragraph","text":"By nightfall we were far out at sea, with no land in sight. No telegrams could come here, no letters, no news. This was an uplifting thought. It was still more uplifting to reflect that the millions of harassed people on shore behind us were suffering just as usual."}],"toc":[{"id":"id15:0:1","label":"SOME RAMBLING NOTES OF AN IDLE EXCURSION by Mark Twain","page":1,"pageUrl":"/books/18jQfPyg#reader-content"},{"id":"id14:0:1","label":"I.","page":1,"pageUrl":"/books/18jQfPyg#reader-content"},{"id":"id13:0:3","label":"II.","page":3,"pageUrl":"/books/18jQfPyg?page=3#reader-content"},{"id":"id12:0:7","label":"III.","page":7,"pageUrl":"/books/18jQfPyg?page=7#reader-content"},{"id":"id11:0:10","label":"IV.","page":10,"pageUrl":"/books/18jQfPyg?page=10#reader-content"}]},"similarBooks":[{"idCatalog":186027,"shortId":"34aNnYdh","title":"Триумфальная арка","authorLine":"Эрих Мария Ремарк, Михаил Львович Рудницкий","primaryAuthorId":"5b4f5fdd-2a81-102a-9ae1-2dfe723fe7c7","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/8f2187be-a441-11e7-a9a5-0cc47a5453d6/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/34aNnYdh"},{"idCatalog":7883,"shortId":"1X1cCKnN","title":"Крестный отец","authorLine":"Марио Пьюзо, Мария Иосифовна Кан","primaryAuthorId":"f652f6c4-2a81-102a-9ae1-2dfe723fe7c7","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/4a1f6a32-4a51-11e5-87ef-0025905a06ea/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/1X1cCKnN"},{"idCatalog":95060,"shortId":"4IFEBf1G","title":"Цитадель","authorLine":"Арчибальд Джозеф Кронин, Мария Ефимовна Абкина","primaryAuthorId":"d4ac1332-2a82-102a-9ae1-2dfe723fe7c7","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/4B151CA9-0571-4AE4-B235-D73F50F33D46/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/4IFEBf1G"},{"idCatalog":13186,"shortId":"3WgeijkS","title":"Замок Броуди","authorLine":"Арчибальд Джозеф Кронин, Мария Ефимовна Абкина","primaryAuthorId":"d4ac1332-2a82-102a-9ae1-2dfe723fe7c7","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/db4e8919-f876-4733-9623-94fbd24087bb/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/3WgeijkS"},{"idCatalog":355251,"shortId":"2j5m32oj","title":"Сага о Форсайтах","authorLine":"Джон Голсуорси, Наталья Альбертовна Волжина, Мария Павловна Богословская, Мария Федоровна Лорие","primaryAuthorId":"8d817d86-2a82-102a-9ae1-2dfe723fe7c7","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/cc40f15d-dcbc-11ea-81b5-0cc47a5f137d/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/2j5m32oj"},{"idCatalog":265186,"shortId":"1SsD5BbE","title":"Три любви","authorLine":"Арчибальд Джозеф Кронин, Ирина В. 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