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The semester has come to an end and in
lieu of a discussion of the last work we read for the class (in which Adam is
kind of an ass who regards Eve and the rest of Gods creations for a cold
scientific perspective, which is a comment on the dangers of looking at the
world through a purely scientific perspective) I’d like to reflect on the class
as a whole as this class was my first experience with a significant portion of
Twain’s works. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve read the works of Samuel Clemens
before. I read Huck Finn in a previous class and I saw a horrid film adaptation
of the Mysterious Stranger back in high school. However, the breadth of Mark
Twain’s works is a fact of which I was unaware. I now believe Earnest Hemingway’s
assertion that American literature starts with The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is disingenuous at best.
