Then Mr.Blank came out in the same frank way, and with a preliminary word of gentle apology said that he was the Mark Twain Club, and the only member it had ever had! Why, it was matter for anger, but I didn't feel any.

He said he never had to work for a living, and that by the time he was thirty life had become a bore and a weariness to him.

He had no interests left; they had paled and perished, one by one, and left him desolate.

He had begun to think of suicide.

Then all of a sudden he thought of that happy idea of starting an imaginary club, and went straightway to work at it, with enthusiasm and love.