Explore "Following the Equator, Volume 6" by Mark Twain on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Let me make the superstitions of a nation and I care not who makes its / laws or its songs either. / -- Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
Yes, the city of Benares is in effect just a big church, a religious hive, whose every cell is a temple, a shrine or a mosque, and whose every conceivable earthly and heavenly good is procurable under one roof, so to speak -- a sort of Army and Navy Stores, theologically stocked.