A mighty porterhouse steak an inch and a half thick, hot and sputtering from the griddle; dusted with fragrant pepper; enriched with little melting bits of butter of the most impeachable freshness and genuineness; the precious juices of the meat trickling out and joining the gravy, archipelagoed with mushrooms; a township or two of tender, yellowish fat gracing an out-lying district of this ample county of beefsteak; the long white bone which divides the sirloin from the tenderloin still in its place.
Mark TwainIn a museum in Havana, there are two skulls of Christopher Columbus, one when he was a boy and one when he was a man
Mark TwainNo one can write perfect English and keep it up through a stretch of ten chapters. It has never been done.
Mark Twain