it is pretty fair tea
It used to be a good hotel, but that proves nothing
It was warm. It was the warmest place I ever
was in
Joshua
Journals so voluminously begun
Keg of these nails—of the true cross
Lean and mean old age
Man peculiarly and insufferably self-conceited:
not seasick
Marks the exact centre of the earth
Nauseous adulation of princely patrons
Never did succeed in making those idiots understand
their own language
Never left any chance for newspaper controversies
Never uses a one-syllable word when he can think of
a longer one
No satisfaction in being a Pope in those days
Not afraid of a million Bedouins
Not bring ourselves to think St John had two sets
of ashes
Old Travelers
One is apt to overestimate beauty when it is rare
Only solitary thing one does not smell in Turkey
Oriental splendor!
Original first shoddy contract mentioned in history
Overflowing his banks
People talk so glibly of “feeling,” “expression,”
“tone,”
Perdition catch all the guides
Picture which one ought to see once—not
oftener
Polite hotel waiter who isn’t an idiot
Relic matter a little overdone?
Room to turn around in, but not to swing a cat
Saviour, who seems to be of little importance any
where in Rome
Self-satisfied monarch, the railroad conductor of
America
Sentimental praises of the Arab’s idolatry of
his horse
She assumes a crushing dignity
Shepherd’s Hotel, which is the worst on earth
Smell about them which is peculiar but not entertaining
Some people can not stand prosperity
Somewhat singular taste in the matter of relics
St Charles Borromeo, Bishop of Milan
St Helena, the mother of Constantine
Starving to death
Stirring times here for a while if the last trump
should blow
Tahoe means grasshoppers. It means grasshopper
soup
The information the ancients didn’t have was
very voluminous
The Last Supper
There was a good deal of sameness about it
They were like nearly all the Frenchwomen I ever saw—homely
They were seasick. And I was glad of it
Those delightful parrots who have “been here
before”
To give birth to an idea
Toll the signal for the St Bartholomew’s Massacre
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness
Uncomplaining impoliteness
Under the charitable moon
Used fine tooth combs—successfully
Venitian visiting young ladies
Wandering Jew
Wasn’t enough of it to make a pie
We all like to see people seasick when we are not,
ourselves
Well provided with cigars and other necessaries of
life
What’s a fair wind for us is a head wind to
them
Whichever one they get is the one they want
Who have actually forgotten their mother tongue in
three months
Worth while to get tired out, because one so enjoys
resting
ROUGHING IT
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