Explore "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Part 9" by Mark Twain on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I found Clarence alone in his quarters, drowned in melancholy; and in place of the electric light, he had reinstituted the ancient rag-lamp, and sat there in a grisly twilight with all curtains drawn tight. He sprang up and rushed for me eagerly, saying:
"Oh, it's worth a billion milrays to look upon a live person again!"