from the PBS website...
“My first visit to school was when I was seven. A strapping girl of fifteen, in the customary sunbonnet and calico dress, asked me if I ‘used tobacco’—meaning did I chew it. I said no. It roused her scorn. She reported me to all the crowd and said:
‘Here is a boy seven years old who can’t chaw tobacco.’
By the looks and comments which this produced I realized that I was a degraded object; I was cruelly ashamed of myself. I determined to reform. But I only made myself sick; I was not able to learn to chew tobacco. I learned to smoke fairly well but that did not conciliate anybody and I remained a poor thing and characterless. I longed to be respected but I never was able to rise. Children have but little charity for one another’s defects.”—Mark Twain, Autobiography, posthumous
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