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From a letter to Livy Clemens, January 1869
I have seen your young gentlemen women–haters often—I know them intimately. They are infallibly & invariably unimportant whelps with vast self-conceit & a skull full of oysters, which they take a harmless satisfaction in regarding as brains. They are day-dreamers, & intensely romantic, though they would have the world think otherwise. Their pet vanity is to be considered “men of the world”—& they generally know about as much of the world as a horse knows about metaphysics. They are powerfully sustained in their woman-hating & kept well up to the mark by the secret chagrin of observing that no woman above mediocrity ever manifests the slightest interest in them—they come without creating a sensation, & go again without anybody seeming to know it. They are coarse, & vulgar, & mean—these people—& they know it. Neither men or women admire them much or love them—& they know that, also. [in margin: I wish I could see you, Livy.] They thirst for applause—any poor cheap applause of their “eccentricity” is manna in the desert to them—& they suffer in noticing that the world is stupidly unconscious of them & exasperatingly indifferent to them. When sense dawns upon these creatures, how suddenly they discover that they have been pitiable fools—but they are full forty years old, then, & they sigh to feel that those years & pleasures they might have borne, are wasted, & lost to them for all time. I do pity a woman–hater with all my heart. The spleen he suffers is beyond comprehension.
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Drawn from SLC to Olivia L. Langdon, 14 Jan 1869, Davenport, Iowa (UCCL 00232).” In Mark Twain’s Letters, 1869. Edited by Victor Fischer, Michael B. Frank, and Dahlia Armon. Mark Twain Project Online. Berkeley, Los Angeles, London: University of California Press. 1992, 2007.
You can read the full letter on the website of the Mark Twain Project.
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