Quote by Mark Twain

Every one knew he could foretell wars and famines, though that was not so hard, for there was always a war, and generally a famine somewhere.


Every one knew he could foretell wars and famines, though th

Summary

This quote implies that the person being referred to possesses the ability to predict wars and famines. However, it suggests that this skill may not be as impressive as it seems, since there were usually conflicts and food shortages occurring in various parts of the world. Therefore, the quote implies that the person's ability may not be truly exceptional, as their predictions are simply based on the recurring nature of these events rather than any unique foresight.

By Mark Twain
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