Leseprobe
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Mark Twain - Selected Stories
Mark twain
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Geisteswissenschaften, Kunst, Musik / Sprach- und Literaturwissenschaft
Beschreibung
MARK TWAIN - SELECTED STORIES
The Story Of The Bad Little Boy
Table of contents
About Barbers
A Ghost Story
The Story Of The Bad Little Boy
The Story Of The Good Little Boy
Punch, Brothers, Punch!
How I Edited an Agricultural Paper
A Dog's Tale
A True Story, Repeated Word for Word As I Heard It
Cannibalism In The Cars
The Great Revolution In Pitcairn
About Barbers
All things change except barbers, the ways of barbers, and the surroundings of barbers. These never change. What one experiences in a barber's shop the first time he enters one is what he always experiences in barbers' shops afterward till the end of his days. I got shaved this morning as usual. A man approached the door from Jones Street as I approached it from Main -- a thing that always happens. I hurried up, but it was of no use; he entered the door one little step ahead of me, and I followed in on his heels and saw him take the only vacant chair, the one presided over by the best barber. It always happens so. I sat down, hoping that I might fall heir to the chair belonging to the better of the remaining two barbers, for he had already begun combing his man's hair, while his comrade was not yet quite done rubbing up and oiling his customer's locks. I watched the probabilities with strong interest. When I saw that No. 2 was gaining on No. 1 my interest grew to solicitude. When No. 1 stopped a moment to make change on a bath ticket for a new-comer, and lost ground in the race, my solicitude rose to anxiety. When No. 1 caught up again, and both he and his comrade were pulling the towels away and brushing the powder from their customers' cheeks, and it was about an even thing which one would say "Next!" first, my very breath stood still with the suspense. But when at the culminating moment No. 1 stopped to pass a comb a couple of times through his customer's eyebrows, I saw that he had lost the race by a single instant, and I rose indignant and quitted the shop, to keep from falling into the hands of No. 2; for I have none of that enviable firmness that enables a man to look calmly into the eyes of a waiting barber and tell him he will wait for his fellow-barber's chair.
