The assassination of President McKinley occurred September 6, 1901.
Such an event would naturally stir Mark Twain to comment on human nature in general.His letter to Twichell is as individual as it is sound in philosophy.At what period of his own life, or under what circumstances, he made the long journey with tragic intent there is no means of knowing now.There is no other mention of it elsewhere in the records that survive him.
To Rev.J.H.Twichell, in Hartford:
AMPERSAND, Tuesday, (Sept.10, 1901)
DEAR JOE,--It is another off day, but tomorrow I shall resume work to a certainty, and bid a long farewell to letter-scribbling.
The news of the President looks decidedly hopeful, and we are all glad, and the household faces are much improved, as to cheerfulness.Oh, the talk in the newspapers! Evidently the Human Race is the same old Human Race.And how unjust, and unreflectingly discriminating, the talkers are.Under the unsettling effects of powerful emotion the talkers are saying wild things, crazy things--they are out of themselves, and do not know it; they are temporarily insane, yet with one voice they declare the assassin sane--a man who has been entertaining fiery and reason--debauching maggots in his head for weeks and months.Why, no one is sane, straight along, year in and year out, and we all know it.Our insanities are of varying sorts, and express themselves in varying forms --fortunately harmless forms as a rule--but in whatever form they occur an immense upheaval of feeling can at any time topple us distinctly over the sanity-line for a little while; and then if our form happens to be of the murderous kind we must look out--and so must the spectator.
This ass with the unpronounceable name was probably more insane than usual this week or two back, and may get back upon his bearings by and by, but he was over the sanity-border when he shot the President.It is possible that it has taken him the whole interval since the murder of the King of Italy to get insane enough to attempt the President's life.
Without a doubt some thousands of men have been meditating the same act in the same interval, but new and strong interests have intervened and diverted their over-excited minds long enough to give them a chance to settle, and tranquilize, and get back upon a healthy level again.Every extraordinary occurrence unsettles the heads of hundreds of thousands of men for a few moments or hours or days.If there had been ten kings around when Humbert fell they would have been in great peril for a day or more--and from men in whose presence they would have been quite safe after the excess of their excitement had had an interval in which to cool down.I bought a revolver once and travelled twelve hundred miles to kill a man.He was away.He was gone a day.With nothing else to do, I had to stop and think--and did.Within an hour--within half of it--I was ashamed of myself--and felt unspeakably ridiculous.I do not know what to call it if I was not insane.During a whole week my head was in a turmoil night and day fierce enough and exhausting enough to upset a stronger reason than mine.
