Some practice again

With a love for literature which I don’t know where it comes from and not much formal education in it, perhaps it is a good practice to use your other knowledge gathering techniques of other fields of specialization. Such as, copy a paragraph or two, and try to fit yourself inside a Great Man’s shoes using the process called copying. At least it helps improve one’s grammar, I can say; there are other observations too. Page 73 of Mark Twain’s, “A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court”, has a paragraph so relevant 150 years down the line. Copied below it goes -

We were off before sunrise, Sandy riding and I limping along behind. In half an hour we came upon a group of ragged poor creatures who had assembled to mend the thing which was regarded as a road. They were as humble as animals to me; and when I proposed to breakfast with them, they were so flattered, so overwhelmed by this extraordinary condescension of mine that at first they were not able to believe that I was in earnest. My lady put up her scornful lip and withdrew to one side; she said in their hearing that she would as soon think of eating with the other cattle—a remark which embarrassed these poor devils merely because it referred to them, and not because it insulted or offended them, for it didn’t. And yet they were not slaves, not chattels. By a sarcasm of law and phrase they were freemen. Seven-tenths of the free population of the country were of just their class and degree: small “independent” farmers, artisans etc.; which is to say, they were the nation, the actual Nation; they were about all of it that was useful, or worth saving, or really respectworthy; and to subtract them would have been to subtract the Nation and leave behind some dregs, some refuse, in the shape of a king, nobility and gentry, idle, unproductive, aquainted mainly with the arts of wasting and destroying, and of no sort of use or value in any rationally constructed world. And yet, by ingenious contrivance, this gilded minority, instead of being in the tail of the procession where it belonged, was marching head up and banners flying, at the other end of it; had elected itself to be a Nation, and these innumerable clams had permitted it so long that they had come at last to accept it as a truth; and not only that, but to believe it right and as it should be. The preists had told their fathers and themselves that this ironical state of things was ordained of God; and so, not reflecting upon how unlike God it would be to amuse himself with sarcasms, and especially such poor transparent ones as this, they had dropped the matter there and become respectfully quiet.

I find that buying the Bantam classic is worthier and sustainable than getting the stuff online, although it has its own benefits, available at
http://www.literature.org/authors/twain-mark/connecticut/chapter-13.html
I swear, throat twitched, bie-god, I have rewrit the above para myself, just for practice.