Никогда не спорьте с идиотами!

This is a book that Mark Twain wrote but never got published. From the infinite variety of his texts, we selected those thoughts, paragraphs, periods, anecdotes, entertaining stories - there were also fables that show us Mark Twain not in a new, but in his true incarnation: a moral philosopher, a sad joker "with autumn in his heart."
This collection is not so much witticisms as sentences - shrewd and ruthless, but "with the right to pardon." Mark Twain brings them out to the human race, to which he had the bitter pleasure of belonging. And at the same time, the great wit Mark Twain was not a skeptic, although he saw people through and through. The skeptic doesn't believe in the future - Mark Twain worked for him. In full accordance with the aphorism "the future has already arrived; it's just not evenly distributed", under which he himself would have subscribed, Twain enjoyed all the novelties of progress. He was one of the first to put down his pen and sit down at the typewriter. As a result, not a single publisher could shorten his text, referring to the fact that the author's handwriting was illegible. In his spare time, he liked to write denials about his death to the newspapers, something along the lines of "Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated." In the end, he got all the editors, and they began to add to this message: "Unfortunately." To which the author's fans all over the world would be happy to answer today: "Fortunately!" Moreover, Twain himself wrote: "I am approaching the threshold of old age; in 1977 I will be one hundred and forty-two. Enough to flutter around the world." And even though Twain didn’t make it a little before 1977, he is still alive in 2020! How are you, Mr. Twain?