dimanche 10 mars 2013

Mark Twain

‘Was you ever at a circus?’ said Tom.
‘Yes, and my pa’s going to take me again some time, if I’m good.’
‘I been to the circus three or four times — lots of
times. Church ain’t shucks to a circus. There’s things
going on at a circus all the time. I’m going to be a clown
in a circus when I grow up.’


‘And kill them?’
‘No, not always. Hive them in the cave till they raise a ransom.’
‘What’s a ransom?’
‘Money. You make them raise all they can, off’n their friends; 
and after you’ve kept them a year, if it ain’t raised
then you kill them. That’s the general way. Only you
don’t kill the women. You shut up the women, but you
don’t kill them. They’re always beautiful and rich, and
awfully scared. You take their watches and things, but
you always take your hat off and talk polite. They ain’t
anybody as polite as robbers —you’ll see that in any book. 
Well, the women get to loving you, and after
they’ve been in the cave a week or two weeks they stop
crying and after that you couldn’t get them to leave. If
you drove them out they’d turn right around and come
back. It’s so in all the books.’
‘Why, it’s real bully, Tom. I believe it’s better’n to be a pirate.’
‘Yes, it’s better in some ways, because it’s close to
home and circuses and all that.’


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