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Daemon
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 12:00:00 AM
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Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.

Mark Twain (1835-1910)
kitten
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 2:02:19 AM
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Daemon wrote:
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. Mark Twain (1835-1910)



The above quote comes from,THE INNOCENTS ABROAD, Part 6. the Conclusion sometimes referred to as LVII.
I liked the imagery he conveyed so I posted the end, or conclusion. I would have loved to have exprienced the art of travel back then but that is the romantic in me. >^,,^<

Please thank, Project Gutenberg, for the quote below, in context. www.gutenberg.org



CONCLUSION



Nearly one year has flown since this notable pilgrimage was ended; and as I sit here at home in San Francisco thinking, I am moved to confess that day by day the mass of my memories of the excursion have grown more and more pleasant as the disagreeable incidents of travel which encumbered them flitted one by one out of my mind—and now, if the Quaker City were weighing her anchor to sail away on the very same cruise again, nothing could gratify me more than to be a passenger. With the same captain and even the same pilgrims, the same sinners. I was on excellent terms with eight or nine of the excursionists (they are my staunch friends yet,) and was even on speaking terms with the rest of the sixty-five. I have been at sea quite enough to know that that was a very good average. Because a long sea-voyage not only brings out all the mean traits one has, and exaggerates them, but raises up others which he never suspected he possessed, and even creates new ones. A twelve months' voyage at sea would make of an ordinary man a very miracle of meanness. On the other hand, if a man has good qualities, the spirit seldom moves him to exhibit them on shipboard, at least with any sort of emphasis. Now I am satisfied that our pilgrims are pleasant old people on shore; I am also satisfied that at sea on a second voyage they would be pleasanter, somewhat, than they were on our grand excursion, and so I say without hesitation that I would be glad enough to sail with them again. I could at least enjoy life with my handful of old friends. They could enjoy life with their cliques as well—passengers invariably divide up into cliques, on all ships.

And I will say, here, that I would rather travel with an excursion party of Methuselahs than have to be changing ships and comrades constantly, as people do who travel in the ordinary way. Those latter are always grieving over some other ship they have known and lost, and over other comrades whom diverging routes have separated from them. They learn to love a ship just in time to change it for another, and they become attached to a pleasant traveling companion only to lose him. They have that most dismal experience of being in a strange vessel, among strange people who care nothing about them, and of undergoing the customary bullying by strange officers and the insolence of strange servants, repeated over and over again within the compass of every month. They have also that other misery of packing and unpacking trunks—of running the distressing gauntlet of custom-houses—of the anxieties attendant upon getting a mass of baggage from point to point on land in safety. I had rasher sail with a whole brigade of patriarchs than suffer so. We never packed our trunks but twice—when we sailed from New York, and when we returned to it. Whenever we made a land journey, we estimated how many days we should be gone and what amount of clothing we should need, figured it down to a mathematical nicety, packed a valise or two accordingly, and left the trunks on board. We chose our comrades from among our old, tried friends, and started. We were never dependent upon strangers for companionship. We often had occasion to pity Americans whom we found traveling drearily among strangers with no friends to exchange pains and pleasures with. Whenever we were coming back from a land journey, our eyes sought one thing in the distance first—the ship—and when we saw it riding at anchor with the flag apeak, we felt as a returning wanderer feels when he sees his home. When we stepped on board, our cares vanished, our troubles were at an end—for the ship was home to us. We always had the same familiar old state-room to go to, and feel safe and at peace and comfortable again.

I have no fault to find with the manner in which our excursion was conducted. Its programme was faithfully carried out—a thing which surprised me, for great enterprises usually promise vastly more than they perform. It would be well if such an excursion could be gotten up every year and the system regularly inaugurated. Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.

The Excursion is ended, and has passed to its place among the things that were. But its varied scenes and its manifold incidents will linger pleasantly in our memories for many a year to come. Always on the wing, as we were, and merely pausing a moment to catch fitful glimpses of the wonders of half a world, we could not hope to receive or retain vivid impressions of all it was our fortune to see. Yet our holyday flight has not been in vain—for above the confusion of vague recollections, certain of its best prized pictures lift themselves and will still continue perfect in tint and outline after their surroundings shall have faded away.

We shall remember something of pleasant France; and something also of Paris, though it flashed upon us a splendid meteor, and was gone again, we hardly knew how or where. We shall remember, always, how we saw majestic Gibraltar glorified with the rich coloring of a Spanish sunset and swimming in a sea of rainbows. In fancy we shall see Milan again, and her stately Cathedral with its marble wilderness of graceful spires. And Padua—Verona—Como, jeweled with stars; and patrician Venice, afloat on her stagnant flood—silent, desolate, haughty—scornful of her humbled state—wrapping herself in memories of her lost fleets, of battle and triumph, and all the pageantry of a glory that is departed.

We can not forget Florence—Naples—nor the foretaste of heaven that is in the delicious atmosphere of Greece—and surely not Athens and the broken temples of the Acropolis. Surely not venerable Rome—nor the green plain that compasses her round about, contrasting its brightness with her gray decay—nor the ruined arches that stand apart in the plain and clothe their looped and windowed raggedness with vines. We shall remember St. Peter's: not as one sees it when he walks the streets of Rome and fancies all her domes are just alike, but as he sees it leagues away, when every meaner edifice has faded out of sight and that one dome looms superbly up in the flush of sunset, full of dignity and grace, strongly outlined as a mountain.

We shall remember Constantinople and the Bosporus—the colossal magnificence of Baalbec—the Pyramids of Egypt—the prodigious form, the benignant countenance of the Sphynx—Oriental Smyrna—sacred Jerusalem—Damascus, the "Pearl of the East," the pride of Syria, the fabled Garden of Eden, the home of princes and genii of the Arabian Nights, the oldest metropolis on earth, the one city in all the world that has kept its name and held its place and looked serenely on while the Kingdoms and Empires of four thousand years have risen to life, enjoyed their little season of pride and pomp, and then vanished and been forgotten!





Joseph Glantz
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 6:05:09 AM
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Yes, the Innocents Abroad isn't the first Twain book people read but it's a fascinating read and one of my favorites.
MarySM
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 11:49:59 AM
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I believe all forms of eduaction are fatal to prejudice, bigotry....
MarySM
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 11:50:28 AM
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Thats education!
Jai Majala
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 4:38:06 PM
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I would disagree. Do we all remember Juan Williams and why he got fired? Well, he was traveling, wasn't he? Albeit he hadn't actually traveled yet, but still.
Mindless Wanderer
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 5:01:36 PM
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True Dat, Samuel Clemens.
sisikou
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 5:30:25 PM
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MarySM wrote:
I believe all forms of eduaction are fatal to prejudice, bigotry....

It depends. Sometimes, education kills creativity...

@kitten, you're an Encyclopedia!!Applause

I really like this quote and I sent it to my friends, reminding them to make travel plans for this Summer. "Because guru Mark Twain said so, we better follow."
silver
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 8:43:51 PM
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Daemon wrote:
<script>add2all('quote')</script><img align=left width="100" height="109" src="http://img.tfd.com/IOD/twain.jpg">Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.<br><br><a href="http://encyclopedia2.thefreedictionary.com/Twain,+Mark">Mark Twain</a> (1835-1910)


Generally this is a true statement, but there are those....
jcbarros
Posted: Thursday, May 19, 2011 11:09:50 PM

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That´s why I remain at home.
Marissa La Faye Isolde
Posted: Friday, May 20, 2011 12:05:13 AM
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Travel forces one to perceive people out of a previously perceived context. One develops a sense perspective and objectivity. One feels more free to cross social barriers without risking social ostracism. Disorientated, a person's filters are not in place. Colors dissolve, along with social status, religious beliefs, politics...and a person begins to interacts with a person despite their differences. One begins to realizes people who are different from you are people. And that their differences can be respected.
sisikou
Posted: Saturday, May 21, 2011 6:13:58 PM
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Well said, Marissa. Applause
HWNN1961
Posted: Saturday, May 21, 2011 8:32:42 PM
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MLFI: well stated.

I've been twice blessed:

1. By parents that believed all people of all backgrounds are worthy in their own right. They encouraged my friendship with what my dad called "the U.N." I listed among my circle of friends: a Soviet Jew recently emmigrated, an Iranian that fled the extremism of the Ayatollah, a Puerto Rican from the West side, a bona-fide WASP.

2. The most color-blind organization in the USA, the vanguard of social change, the U.S. Military, in my case, the USAF. Here we judge you by what you do, not by who your father was, or your color, or your gender. I served with Philippinos, a naturalized Thai, black folks, hispanics, men and women of all backgrounds. And, I traveled, and found out that there are good and bad of all backgrounds. Islamic people live as valid and as Godly, moral lives as any Christian. I know, I lived amongst them. The military allows you, nay, demands that you grow beyond your comfort zone. You work with people from all backgrounds, and travel and see people from all over the world. Only if you slam your eyes shut and ignore what you see can you come out of the experience and remain a bigot. And yes, we knew who the gay and lesbians amongst us were, and we didn't give them grief about it, even though it was technically against regulations at the time.


Travel, see the world, and you have to be changed for the better. I'd have loved to watch that Gold Medal hockey game with J.J. and that diverse company of people he watched it with.


sisikou
Posted: Sunday, May 22, 2011 3:25:32 AM
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Thanks, HWNN1961
It is...inspiring and honest. As for language, there's no right or wrong, true or false, good or bad. Thought biased the language, and language influences thought. I need to learn the way of truest "open-minded". Though it's a long way to go.
"Emphathy but not symphathy; understanding but not judgement; idea but not stereotype; teaching but not feeding"...Forgive my ignorant if there was any offensive language. Thanks again...sincerely!Angel

ps: And yep...522 now! Survive to thrive again.
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