Thiscomes from a fragment of a critical opinion by Twain on Austen titled "."
A fragment is a piece that was begun by an author and, for one reason or another, never
completed. This Twain fragment is stored at the University of California-Berkeley. Twain made
this remark in this fragment in relation to and but
it may be applied to as well because Austen wrote about the same social
sphere--her own--in all her novels.
What this Twain simile means, in terms
of its specific language, is that when Twain reads Austen, he feels as unrefined, unpolished,
uncivilized as would a scroungy Mississippi River barkeeper upon first entering polished, shiny,
orderly, well-mannered heaven. They'd both feel out of place, out of their element, overwhelmed
by manners and speech they had never encountered before--and--slightly repulsed by it for it's
strangeness and newness and for its opposition to everything they'd previously encountered. You
might...
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