I gave it up. I hauled down my colors and surrendered. I was not equal to the requirements of a Gubernatorial campaign in the state of New York, and so I sent in my withdrawal from the candidacy, and in bitterness of spirit signed it, "Truly yours, once a decent man, but now

Mark Twain, Infamous Perjurer, Montana Thief, Body-Snatcher, Delirium Tremens, Filthy Corruptionist, and Loathsome Embracer"