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This autobiography was dictated by an aging Twain, and with little or no editing, it seems to sometimes wander a bit further down circuitous paths than we'd like. BUT it's almost as good as spending a few days with him, listening to him talk. After listening for many hours as he bad mouthed a rather rude and generally unlikable Countess in Italy who was a born American, I sympathize with the impatient that do not relish reading the anecdotal barrage. But I pcked up a ton of info on villas, the furnishing and colors of said villas, the staff in one particular villa, and a naughty tidbit of that Countess and her steward. And I'm just getting started. My highlighting finger is nearly worn out, pointing out the best bit and interesting language!
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