From The Autobiography of Mark Twain, a section of it written in 1877, published in 1958:
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For those of you who don't know, Mark Twain loved fried chicken, Scotch whisky, and cigars - and enjoyed them frequently and fully. And died happily at 75, loaded with honors and the memory of a life well lived.
See this PBS Newshour video for more on Twain's remarkable autobiography, parts of which are yet to be printed.
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Mark Twain, one of, if not the, graetest American philosophers.
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