#marktwain
Samuel Langhorne Clemens (1835–1910) AKA Mark Twain.
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens (1835–1910) AKA Mark Twain.
Good-bye! a kind good-bye,
I bid you now, my friend,
And though ‘tis sad to speak the word,
To destiny I bend
And though it be decreed by Fate
That we ne'er meet again,
Your image, graven on my heart,
Forever shall remain.
Aye, in my heart thoult have a place,
Among the friends held dear,-
Nor shall the hand of Time efface
The memories written there.
Goodbye,
S.L.C.
The Nevada State Board on Geographic Names this week decided not to proceed with a plan to name a cove on Lake Tahoe after Mark Twain. It did this because of the great American author’s supposed racism, which prompted complaints from local tribal representatives.
This, though it raised amusing/infuriating memories of a 2011 controversy over an expurgated version of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, isn’t the predictable misunderstanding I’m talking about.
What is, is that reports of the board’s decision said it had ‘tabled’ the matter.
And lo, UK readers of the story on the Guardian website got cross, because to them ‘to table’ something means to put that something up for discussion.
And also lo, US readers got cross with said UK readers, because to them ‘to table’ something means to put that something down, specifically not for further discussion.
And finally lo, nobody won. Particularly not poor old Mark Twain.
Advantage: non-English speakers everywhere
(Picture: Corbis)