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<h2> COURAGE </h2>
<p>At a beefsteak dinner, given by artists, caricaturists, and<br/>
humorists of New York City, April 18, 1908, Mr. Clemens, Mr. H.<br/>
H. Rogers, and Mr. Patrick McCarren were the guests of honor.<br/>
Each wore a white apron, and each made a short speech.<br/></p>
<p>In the matter of courage we all have our limits.</p>
<p>There never was a hero who did not have his bounds. I suppose it may be
said of Nelson and all the others whose courage has been advertised that
there came times in their lives when their bravery knew it had come to its
limit.</p>
<p>I have found mine a good many times. Sometimes this was expected—often
it was unexpected. I know a man who is not afraid to sleep with a
rattlesnake, but you could not get him to sleep with a safety-razor.</p>
<p>I never had the courage to talk across a long, narrow room. I should be at
the end of the room facing all the audience. If I attempt to talk across a
room I find myself turning this way and that, and thus at alternate
periods I have part of the audience behind me. You ought never to have any
part of the audience behind you; you never can tell what they are going to
do.</p>
<p>I’ll sit down.</p>
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