Christy
02-05-2002, 08:55 PM
Did you ever read a poem, a book, or lyrics, and say to yourself, "Oh MY GOSH! That's exactly how I feel!"?
Well, I came across this excerpt from one of Mark Twain's works a few years back and I was in shock because "my feelings" were actually put into words. I was shocked to know he felt the same feelings.
BEWARE -- IT'S A DARK PIECE OF LITERATURE!
Letters from Earth -- Letter X
By Mark Twain
Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a fever-dream
made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain,
a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and fleeting
delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with
long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments,
defeats, humiliations, and despairs -- the heaviest curse devisable by
divine ingenuity; but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was
kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave
them rest and forgetfulness; death was man's best friend; when man
could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.
* C h r i s t y *
Well, I came across this excerpt from one of Mark Twain's works a few years back and I was in shock because "my feelings" were actually put into words. I was shocked to know he felt the same feelings.
BEWARE -- IT'S A DARK PIECE OF LITERATURE!
Letters from Earth -- Letter X
By Mark Twain
Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a fever-dream
made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain,
a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and fleeting
delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with
long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments,
defeats, humiliations, and despairs -- the heaviest curse devisable by
divine ingenuity; but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was
kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave
them rest and forgetfulness; death was man's best friend; when man
could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.
* C h r i s t y *