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“Foreigners cannot enjoy our food, I suppose, any more than we can enjoy theirs. It is not strange; for tastes are made, not born. I might glorify my bill of fare until I was tired; but after all, the Scotchman would shake his head and say, 'Where's your haggis?' and the Fijan would sigh and say, 'Where's your missionary?'”

Quote by Mark Twain

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A Tramp Abroad: Mark Twain's Collections

A Tramp Abroad is a travelogue written by Mark Twain, detailing his experiences and observations during a trip to Europe. The book offers a humorous and insightful look into the cultures and landscapes of the time. more

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Mark Twain
Mark Twain

Mark Twain, born Samuel Langhorne Clemens, was a renowned American author and humorist in the 19th century. His works are characterized by humor, satire, and profound social insight, with notable novels such as 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer' and 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn'. more

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