If he were piloting the world’s rivers today, Twain (for whom we have a special affection here at DP) might find that reading the face of the water has become ever grimmer, and ever more dead-earnest:
Sometimes, the truth of the book is only divulged in the epilogue:
Very often, one must also pay special attention to editorial annotations scribbled along the edges of the text:
Among the plastic bits and bobs discovered inside the dead whale: a clothes hangar, an ice cream tub and two small flower pots. Such a diet makes for grim narrative flow.