“The truth, mainly…” (Jimmy Buffett, Garrison Keillor)
HUCK: “…and so there ain't nothing more to write about, and I am rotten glad of it, because if I'd a knowed what a trouble it was to make a book I wouldn't a tackled it, and ain't a-going to no more. But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can't stand it. I been there before.”
NARRATOR: Samuel Langhorne Clemens died on April 21st, 1910 in Redding, Connecticut with the perihelion of Halley’s Comet blazing in the night sky – just as he had predicted. His only surviving daughter, Clara, had one child – Nina Clemens Gabrilowitsch. Nina never married, bore no children, died in Los Angeles at the age of 55 leaving no direct descendents of Samuel Langhorne Clemens, whom the world lovingly remembers as “Mark Twain”. Sam’s longtime friend, William Dean Howells, lamented his friend’s passing. He said, "Emerson, Longfellow, Lowell, Holmes - I knew them all and all the rest of our sages, poets, seers, critics, humorists; they were like one another and like other literary men; but Clemens was sole, incomparable, the Lincoln of our literature."