A writer's ideas must be a good deal confused, a good deal out of line and sequence, when he starts out to say that a man met a counselor's wife in the street, and then right in the midst of this so simple undertaking halts these approaching people and makes them stand still until he jots down an inventory of the woman's dress. That is manifestly absurd. It reminds a person of those dentists who secure your instant and breathless interest in a tooth by taking a grip on it with the forceps, and then stand there and drawl through a tedious anecdote before they give the dreaded jerk. Parentheses in literature and dentistry are in bad taste.How I wish I could have read Grandmother's responses to these letters. I know she had a sense of humor, but she often kept it closed in. Would her letters be sprinkled with the same kind of wit and charm? I would love to have seen that.
It's nice to see that Opa had time and space to delight in things like Twain's thoughts of German and how he could impress his potential in-laws.