Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume III, Part 1: 1900-1907 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 301 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume III, Part 1.

Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume III, Part 1: 1900-1907 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 301 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume III, Part 1.

Indeed, he was always not only human, but superhuman; not only a man, but superman.  Nor does this term apply only to his psychology.  In no other human being have I ever seen such physical endurance.  I was comparatively a young man, and by no means an invalid; but many a time, far in the night, when I was ready to drop with exhaustion, he was still as fresh and buoyant and eager for the game as at the moment of beginning.  He smoked and smoked continually, and followed the endless track around the billiard-table with the light step of youth.  At three or four o’clock in the morning he would urge just one more game, and would taunt me for my weariness.  I can truthfully testify that never until the last year of his life did he willingly lay down the billiard-cue, or show the least suggestion of fatigue.

He played always at high pressure.  Now and then, in periods of adversity, he would fly into a perfect passion with things in general.  But, in the end, it was a sham battle, and he saw the uselessness and humor of it, even in the moment of his climax.  Once, when he found it impossible to make any of his favorite shots, he became more and more restive, the lightning became vividly picturesque as the clouds blackened.  Finally, with a regular thunder-blast, he seized the cue with both hands and literally mowed the balls across the table, landing one or two of them on the floor.  I do not recall his exact remarks during the performance; I was chiefly concerned in getting out of the way, and those sublime utterances were lost.  I gathered up the balls and we went on playing as if nothing had happened, only he was very gentle and sweet, like the sun on the meadows after the storm has passed by.  After a little he said: 

“This is a most amusing game.  When you play badly it amuses me, and when I play badly and lose my temper it certainly must amuse you.”

His enjoyment of his opponent’s perplexities was very keen.  When he had left the balls in some unfortunate position which made it almost impossible for me to score he would laugh boisterously.  I used to affect to be injured and disturbed by this ridicule.  Once, when he had made the conditions unusually hard for me, and was enjoying the situation accordingly, I was tempted to remark: 

“Whenever I see you laugh at a thing like that I always doubt your sense of humor.”  Which seemed to add to his amusement.

Sometimes, when the balls were badly placed for me, he would offer ostensible advice, suggesting that I should shoot here and there—­shots that were possible, perhaps, but not promising.  Often I would follow his advice, and then when I failed to score his amusement broke out afresh.

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