Clemens for several years had been bothered by rheumatism in his shoulder.The return now to the steady use of the pen aggravated his trouble, and at times he was nearly disabled.The phonograph for commercial dictation had been tried experimentally, and Mark Twain was always ready for any innovation.
To W.D.Howells, in Boston:
HARTFORD, Feb.28, '91.
DEAR HOWELLS,--Won't you drop-in at the Boylston Building (New England Phonograph Co) and talk into a phonograph in an ordinary conversation-voice and see if another person (who didn't hear you do it) can take the words from the thing without difficulty and repeat them to you.If the experiment is satisfactory (also make somebody put in a message which you don't hear, and see if afterward you can get it out without difficulty)won't you then ask them on what terms they will rent me a phonograph for 3 months and furnish me cylinders enough to carry 75,000 words.175cylinders, ain't it?
I don't want to erase any of them.My right arm is nearly disabled by rheumatism, but I am bound to write this book (and sell 100,000 copies of it--no, I mean a million--next fall) I feel sure I can dictate the book into a phonograph if I don't have to yell.I write 2,000 words a day; Ithink I can dictate twice as many.
But mind, if this is going to be too much trouble to you--go ahead and do it, all the same.
Ys ever MARK.
Howells, always willing to help, visited the phonograph place, and a few days later reported results.He wrote: "I talked your letter into a fonograf in my usual tone at my usual gait of speech.Then the fonograf man talked his answer in at his wonted swing and swell.
Then we took the cylinder to a type-writer in the next room, and she put the hooks into her ears and wrote the whole out.I send you the result.There is a mistake of one word.I think that if you have the cheek to dictate the story into the fonograf, all the rest is perfectly easy.It wouldn't fatigue me to talk for an hour as Idid."
Clemens did not find the phonograph entirely satisfactory, at least not for a time, and he appears never to have used it steadily.His early experience with it, however, seems interesting.
To W.D.Howells, in Boston:
HARTFORD, Apl.4, '91.
DEAR HOWELLS,--I'm ashamed.It happened in this way.I was proposing to acknowledge the receipt of the play and the little book per phonograph, so that you could see that the instrument is good enough for mere letter-writing; then I meant to add the fact that you can't write literature with it, because it hasn't any ideas and it hasn't any gift for elaboration, or smartness of talk, or vigor of action, or felicity of expression, but is just matter-of-fact, compressive, unornamental, and as grave and unsmiling as the devil.
I filled four dozen cylinders in two sittings, then found I could have said about as much with the pen and said it a deal better.Then Iresigned.
I believe it could teach one to dictate literature to a phonographer--and some time I will experiment in that line.
The little book is charmingly written, and it interested me.But it flies too high for me.Its concretest things are filmy abstractions to me, and when I lay my grip on one of them and open my hand, I feel as embarrassed as I use to feel when I thought I had caught a fly.I'm going to try to mail it back to you to-day--I mean I am going to charge my memory.Charging my memory is one of my chief industries....
With our loves and our kindest regards distributed among you according to the proprieties.
Yrs ever MARK.
P.S.--I'm sending that ancient "Mental Telegraphy" article to Harper's --with a modest postscript.Probably read it to you years ago.
S.L.C.
The "little book" mentioned in this letter was by Swedenborg, an author in whom the Boston literary set was always deeply interested.
"Mental Telegraphy" appeared in Harper's Magazine, and is now included in the Uniform Edition of Mark Twain's books.It was written in 1878.
Joe Goodman had long since returned to California, it being clear that nothing could be gained by remaining in Washington.On receipt of the news of the type-setter's collapse he sent a consoling word.
Perhaps he thought Clemens would rage over the unhappy circumstance, and possibly hold him in some measure to blame.But it was generally the smaller annoyances of life that made Mark Twain rage;the larger catastrophes were likely to stir only his philosophy.
The Library of American Literature, mentioned in the following letter, was a work in many volumes, edited by Edmund Clarence Stedman and Ellen Mackay Hutchinson.
To Joe T.Goodman:
April [?] 1891.
DEAR JOE, Well, it's all right, anyway.Diplomacy couldn't have saved it--diplomacy of mine--at that late day.I hadn't any diplomacy in stock, anyway.In order to meet Jones's requirements I had to surrender the old contract (a contract which made me boss of the situation and gave me the whip-hand of Paige) and allow the new one to be drafted and put in its place.I was running an immense risk, but it was justified by Jones's promises--promises made to me not merely once but every time Itallied with him.When February arrived, I saw signs which were mighty plain reading.Signs which meant that Paige was hoping and praying that Jones would go back on me--which would leave Paige boss, and me robbed and out in the cold.His prayers were answered, and I am out in the cold.If I ever get back my nine-twentieths interest, it will be by law-suit--which will be instituted in the indefinite future, when the time comes.
