It is unfortunate but true, that a great many creative men are killed by poverty. As a matter of fact, the circumstance has been so universal, that it has even been made romantic. How many stories, operas or plays have been about artists who starve in garrets. Van Gogh, Mozart, Rembrandt, Schubert, Poe, to name but a tiny few, all died of neglect. Must it be ever thus? Mark Twain is about to another perspective...