Mark Twain (not friendly towards Mormons) visited Utah and sat in a group visiting with Brigham. The conversation was lively, and MT tried to enter it once or twice, but kept getting ignored. Finally, Brigham finally glanced at him for the first time reached over, patted him on the head, and said something to someone else along the lines of "Ahh, I see you've brought your child with you. Boy or girl?"
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And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, seven hours every day. That would be the sweetest thing of all.
