From Mark Twain’s January 1st, 1863 column in the Territorial Enterprise:
Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. To-day, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient short comings considerably shorter than ever. We shall also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However, go in, community. New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.
4 thoughts on “A Scapegoat for Promiscuous Drunks, Friendly Calls, and Humbug Resolutions”
What an extraordinary quote!
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Reblogged this on steepfallslibrary and commented:
Humbug not! I’m resolving to read promiscuously in 2015.
Reblogged this on Smiley Yearwood and commented:
Couldn’t have said it better so I didn’t…