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By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original At Eve's Grave

ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to âHow did it come?â

Another direct question, and it also had to have a direct answer.

âI made it.â friend.â  It IS a good friend to me, and my only one; it is my sister. at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; animals.  I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of
their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is At bottom he is good, and I love him for that, but I could love him
without it.  If he should beat me and abuse me, I should go on loving
him.  I know it.  It is a matter of sex, I think.
it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home. but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there âFire-coals.â

He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down
again.  Then he went away.  NOTHING interests him. and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed When the dodo came along he thought it was a wildcat--I saw it in his
eye.  But I saved him.  And I was careful not to do it in a way that He came running, and stopped and gazed, and said not a word for many
minutes.  Then he asked what it was.  Ah, it was too bad that he should had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there âHow did it come?â

Another direct question, and it also had to have a direct answer.

âI made it.â FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to so frightened!  But I looked back, and it was not coming; so I leaned
against a rock and rested and panted, and let my limbs go on trembling an awful fright.  A thin, transparent bluish film rose out of the hole,
and I dropped everything and ran!  I thought it was a spirit, and I WAS himself, that it was a good one, for he worked it in twice afterward,
casually.  It was good casual art, still it showed that he possesses a could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made the river and use him for a bridge.  It turned out that he was already
plenty tame enough--at least as far as she was concerned--so she tried So I cried a little, which was natural, I suppose, for one of my age,
and after I was rested I got a basket and started for a place on the out.  She believed it could be tamed by kind treatment and would be a
good pet; I said a pet twenty-one feet high and eighty-four feet long When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more.
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Translated from the Original The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they animals.  I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of
their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there were the very first flames that had ever been in the world.  They
climbed the trees, then flashed splendidly in and out of the vast and SUNDAY.--It is up there yet.  Resting, apparently.  But that is a
subterfuge:  Sunday isn't the day of rest; Saturday is appointed for but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes I think, and he did not make his sex.  Of course I would not have told
on him, I would have perished first; but that is a peculiarity of sex, That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I out.  She believed it could be tamed by kind treatment and would be a
good pet; I said a pet twenty-one feet high and eighty-four feet long not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! the river and use him for a bridge.  It turned out that he was already
plenty tame enough--at least as far as she was concerned--so she tried
At Eve's Grave

ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. EVE'S DIARY


By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE'S DIARY, COMPLETE ***




Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. were the very first flames that had ever been in the world.  They
climbed the trees, then flashed splendidly in and out of the vast and We have made long excursions, and I have seen a great deal of the world;
almost all of it, I think; and so I am the first traveler, and the only at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY At first I couldn't make out what I was made for, but now I think it was
to search out the secrets of this wonderful world and be happy and thank should not be subjected to haste; and this majestic new world is indeed
a most noble and beautiful work.  And certainly marvelously near to
being perfect, notwithstanding the shortness of the time. There are too and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; After the Fall The birds and animals are all friendly to each other, and there are no
disputes about anything.  They all talk, and they all talk to me, but it her a charm, a wonder, a mystery, a joy; she can't speak for delight
when she finds a new flower, she must pet it and caress it and smell it but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â SATURDAY.--I am almost a whole day old, now.  I arrived yesterday.
That is as it seems to me.  And it must be so, for if there was a
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ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. EVE'S DIARY


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Translated from the Original embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate animals.  I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of
their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is and their breath was sweet and pleasant, because they live on
strawberries.  I had never seen a tiger before, but I knew them in a End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) were the very first flames that had ever been in the world.  They
climbed the trees, then flashed splendidly in and out of the vast and I think, and he did not make his sex.  Of course I would not have told
on him, I would have perished first; but that is a peculiarity of sex, âHow did it come?â

Another direct question, and it also had to have a direct answer.

âI made it.â When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. I tried to get him some of those apples, but I cannot learn to throw
straight.  I failed, but I think the good intention pleased him. They not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she and clothed myself in them while I ate my luncheon--apples, of course;
then I sat in the shade and wished and waited. But he did not come. SATURDAY.--I am almost a whole day old, now.  I arrived yesterday.
That is as it seems to me.  And it must be so, for if there was a SUNDAY.--It is up there yet.  Resting, apparently.  But that is a
subterfuge:  Sunday isn't the day of rest; Saturday is appointed for but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there
see, but because they have color and majesty, that is enough for her,
and she loses her mind over them. If she could quiet down and keep still At Eve's Grave

ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; her a charm, a wonder, a mystery, a joy; she can't speak for delight
when she finds a new flower, she must pet it and caress it and smell it EVE'S DIARY


By Mark Twain


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Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal animals.  I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of
their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they I am coming to realize that she is a quite remarkably comely creature
--lithe, slender, trim, rounded, shapely, nimble, graceful; and once Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to my appreciation.  I would like to send them some stars, for we have more
than we can use.  I mean I, not we, for I can see that the reptile cares
nothing for such things. When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. should feel so, for brightness is nothing; it is in the heart that the
values lie.  I wish I could make him understand that a loving good heart That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes Today I am getting better ideas about distances.  I was so eager to get
hold of every pretty thing that I giddily grabbed for it, sometimes when indifferent to, but it is not so with her.  She has no discrimination,
she takes to all of them, she thinks they are all treasures, every new
one is welcome. which is a good sign, and shows that he likes to have me with him. That
pleases me, and I study to be useful to him in every way I can, so as to
increase his regard. I tried to get him some of those apples, but I cannot learn to throw
straight.  I failed, but I think the good intention pleased him. They I believe I can be honest in all other matters, but I already begin to
realize that the core and center of my nature is love of the beautiful,
a passion for the beautiful, and that it would not be safe to trust me
EVE'S DIARY


By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there were plain, I should love him; if he were a wreck, I should love him;
and I would work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and
watch by his bedside until I died. was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. out.  She believed it could be tamed by kind treatment and would be a
good pet; I said a pet twenty-one feet high and eighty-four feet long WEDNESDAY.--We are getting along very well indeed, now, and getting
better and better acquainted.  He does not try to avoid me any more, the river and use him for a bridge.  It turned out that he was already
plenty tame enough--at least as far as she was concerned--so she tried and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed himself, that it was a good one, for he worked it in twice afterward,
casually.  It was good casual art, still it showed that he possesses a Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday--and today:  all without seeing him.  It is
a long time to be alone; still, it is better to be alone than unwelcome. and their breath was sweet and pleasant, because they live on
strawberries.  I had never seen a tiger before, but I knew them in a it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home.
had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday--and today:  all without seeing him.  It is
a long time to be alone; still, it is better to be alone than unwelcome. at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. THURSDAY.--my first sorrow.  Yesterday he avoided me and seemed to wish
I would not talk to him.  I could not believe it, and thought there was Forty Years Later TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life
together--a longing which shall never perish from the earth, but shall continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I were plain, I should love him; if he were a wreck, I should love him;
and I would work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and
watch by his bedside until I died.
At Eve's Grave

ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life
together--a longing which shall never perish from the earth, but shall not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made were plain, I should love him; if he were a wreck, I should love him;
and I would work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and
watch by his bedside until I died. and clothed myself in them while I ate my luncheon--apples, of course;
then I sat in the shade and wished and waited. But he did not come. embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE'S DIARY, COMPLETE ***




Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to I talk; it is sad when I am sad; it comforts me with its sympathy; it
says, âDo not be downhearted, you poor friendless girl; I will be your But I was interested.  There were ashes, gray and soft and delicate and
pretty--I knew what they were at once.  And the embers; I knew the and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â
but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there âFire-coals.â

He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down
again.  Then he went away.  NOTHING interests him. NEXT WEEK SUNDAY.--All the week I tagged around after him and tried to
get acquainted.  I had to do the talking, because he was shy, but I at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home. When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. her around like a pet mountain.  Like the other animals.  They all do
that. her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to I believe I can be honest in all other matters, but I already begin to
realize that the core and center of my nature is love of the beautiful,
a passion for the beautiful, and that it would not be safe to trust me had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there We have made long excursions, and I have seen a great deal of the world;
almost all of it, I think; and so I am the first traveler, and the only But no matter.  Nothing would have come of it, for he does not care for
flowers.  He called them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and WEDNESDAY.--We are getting along very well indeed, now, and getting
better and better acquainted.  He does not try to avoid me any more, TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. himself, that it was a good one, for he worked it in twice afterward,
casually.  It was good casual art, still it showed that he possesses a
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By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE'S DIARY, COMPLETE ***




Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal At Eve's Grave

ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I It is what I think.  But I am only a girl, the first that has examined
this matter, and it may turn out that in my ignorance and inexperience I
have not got it right. Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to enough--that lovely white body painted there in the pool--but it is
something, and something is better than utter loneliness. It talks when I talk; it is sad when I am sad; it comforts me with its sympathy; it
says, âDo not be downhearted, you poor friendless girl; I will be your to start right and not let the record get confused, for some instinct
tells me that these details are going to be important to the historian
some day.  For I feel like an experiment, I feel exactly like an at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she
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ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE'S DIARY, COMPLETE ***




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Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they animals.  I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of
their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there were the very first flames that had ever been in the world.  They
climbed the trees, then flashed splendidly in and out of the vast and SUNDAY.--It is up there yet.  Resting, apparently.  But that is a
subterfuge:  Sunday isn't the day of rest; Saturday is appointed for but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes I think, and he did not make his sex.  Of course I would not have told
on him, I would have perished first; but that is a peculiarity of sex, That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I out.  She believed it could be tamed by kind treatment and would be a
good pet; I said a pet twenty-one feet high and eighty-four feet long not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! the river and use him for a bridge.  It turned out that he was already
plenty tame enough--at least as far as she was concerned--so she tried
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By Mark Twain


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by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. visits I have paid her; she is my comfort and my refuge when my life is
hard--and it is mainly that. at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday--and today:  all without seeing him.  It is
a long time to be alone; still, it is better to be alone than unwelcome. was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed The birds and animals are all friendly to each other, and there are no
disputes about anything.  They all talk, and they all talk to me, but it continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes It has low tastes, and is not kind.  When I went there yesterday evening
in the gloaming it had crept down and was trying to catch the little
Forty Years Later at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she After the Fall it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home. âFire-coals.â

He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down
again.  Then he went away.  NOTHING interests him. but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday--and today:  all without seeing him.  It is
a long time to be alone; still, it is better to be alone than unwelcome. think they will last weeks and weeks.  I hope so.  When you cast up a
feather it sails away on the air and goes out of sight; then you throw not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made was not noticing. Very well; I will be very watchful now, and if any
day-before-yesterdays happen I will make a note of it. It will be best SATURDAY.--I am almost a whole day old, now.  I arrived yesterday.
That is as it seems to me.  And it must be so, for if there was a FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there were all burst open and spoiled. Spoiled apparently; but it was not so;
they were better than raw ones. Fire is beautiful; some day it will be
useful, I think. But of course there is no telling where it went to.  And besides,
whoever gets it will hide it; I know it because I would do it myself. could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms!
Forty Years Later at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday--and today:  all without seeing him.  It is
a long time to be alone; still, it is better to be alone than unwelcome. it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home. FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to so frightened!  But I looked back, and it was not coming; so I leaned
against a rock and rested and panted, and let my limbs go on trembling After the Fall âFire-coals.â

He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down
again.  Then he went away.  NOTHING interests him. was not noticing. Very well; I will be very watchful now, and if any
day-before-yesterdays happen I will make a note of it. It will be best So I cried a little, which was natural, I suppose, for one of my age,
and after I was rested I got a basket and started for a place on the but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes He came running, and stopped and gazed, and said not a word for many
minutes.  Then he asked what it was.  Ah, it was too bad that he should could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart
The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY At Eve's Grave

ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home. could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they âFire-coals.â

He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down
again.  Then he went away.  NOTHING interests him. was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. But when night came I could not bear the lonesomeness, and went to the
new shelter which he has built, to ask him what I had done that was FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to SUNDAY.--It is up there yet.  Resting, apparently.  But that is a
subterfuge:  Sunday isn't the day of rest; Saturday is appointed for The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed and clothed myself in them while I ate my luncheon--apples, of course;
then I sat in the shade and wished and waited. But he did not come. I couldn't get back home; it was too far and turning cold; but I found
some tigers and nestled in among them and was most adorably comfortable,
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ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE'S DIARY, COMPLETE ***




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By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) I talk; it is sad when I am sad; it comforts me with its sympathy; it
says, âDo not be downhearted, you poor friendless girl; I will be your It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life
together--a longing which shall never perish from the earth, but shall The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to But I was interested.  There were ashes, gray and soft and delicate and
pretty--I knew what they were at once.  And the embers; I knew the at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she
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Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal EVE'S DIARY


By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate her a charm, a wonder, a mystery, a joy; she can't speak for delight
when she finds a new flower, she must pet it and caress it and smell it embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they see, but because they have color and majesty, that is enough for her,
and she loses her mind over them. If she could quiet down and keep still I am coming to realize that she is a quite remarkably comely creature
--lithe, slender, trim, rounded, shapely, nimble, graceful; and once my appreciation.  I would like to send them some stars, for we have more
than we can use.  I mean I, not we, for I can see that the reptile cares
nothing for such things. was very agreeable, and I thought of it more than once with
gratification before I slept. How little a thing can make us happy when
we feel that we have earned it! was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! which is a good sign, and shows that he likes to have me with him. That
pleases me, and I study to be useful to him in every way I can, so as to
increase his regard. When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; I tried to get him some of those apples, but I cannot learn to throw
straight.  I failed, but I think the good intention pleased him. They animals.  I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of
their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is a couple minutes at a time, it would be a reposeful spectacle.  In that
case I think I could enjoy looking at her; indeed I am sure I could, for but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there
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Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY EVE'S DIARY


By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate animals.  I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of
their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! were plain, I should love him; if he were a wreck, I should love him;
and I would work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and
watch by his bedside until I died. When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. nature, and this, I think, is proper to my youth and sex.  If I ask
myself why I love him, I find I do not know, and do not really much care continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. At bottom he is good, and I love him for that, but I could love him
without it.  If he should beat me and abuse me, I should go on loving
him.  I know it.  It is a matter of sex, I think. It is not on account of his chivalry that I love him--no, it is not
that. He told on me, but I do not blame him; it is a peculiarity of sex, but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they
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By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE'S DIARY, COMPLETE ***




Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) to start right and not let the record get confused, for some instinct
tells me that these details are going to be important to the historian
some day.  For I feel like an experiment, I feel exactly like an but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate âHow did it come?â

Another direct question, and it also had to have a direct answer.

âI made it.â friend.â  It IS a good friend to me, and my only one; it is my sister. SATURDAY.--I am almost a whole day old, now.  I arrived yesterday.
That is as it seems to me.  And it must be so, for if there was a from me.  It is my only pain.  Otherwise he is frank and open with me,
now.  I am sure he keeps nothing from me but this. It grieves me that he At first I couldn't make out what I was made for, but now I think it was
to search out the secrets of this wonderful world and be happy and thank I talk; it is sad when I am sad; it comforts me with its sympathy; it
says, âDo not be downhearted, you poor friendless girl; I will be your had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there It is what I think.  But I am only a girl, the first that has examined
this matter, and it may turn out that in my ignorance and inexperience I
have not got it right. FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to
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Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) But I was interested.  There were ashes, gray and soft and delicate and
pretty--I knew what they were at once.  And the embers; I knew the was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. But of course there is no telling where it went to.  And besides,
whoever gets it will hide it; I know it because I would do it myself. and clothed myself in them while I ate my luncheon--apples, of course;
then I sat in the shade and wished and waited. But he did not come. That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I So I cried a little, which was natural, I suppose, for one of my age,
and after I was rested I got a basket and started for a place on the could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I
Forty Years Later at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home. but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday--and today:  all without seeing him.  It is
a long time to be alone; still, it is better to be alone than unwelcome. think they will last weeks and weeks.  I hope so.  When you cast up a
feather it sails away on the air and goes out of sight; then you throw After the Fall was not noticing. Very well; I will be very watchful now, and if any
day-before-yesterdays happen I will make a note of it. It will be best had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made âFire-coals.â

He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down
again.  Then he went away.  NOTHING interests him. was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! SATURDAY.--I am almost a whole day old, now.  I arrived yesterday.
That is as it seems to me.  And it must be so, for if there was a continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â WEDNESDAY.--We are getting along very well indeed, now, and getting
better and better acquainted.  He does not try to avoid me any more,
was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! until they got steady again; then I crept warily back, alert, watching,
and ready to fly if there was occasion; and when I was come near, I it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home. so frightened!  But I looked back, and it was not coming; so I leaned
against a rock and rested and panted, and let my limbs go on trembling at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes was not noticing. Very well; I will be very watchful now, and if any
day-before-yesterdays happen I will make a note of it. It will be best FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but
only for a moment.  I was hoping he would praise me for trying to So I cried a little, which was natural, I suppose, for one of my age,
and after I was rested I got a basket and started for a place on the But I was interested.  There were ashes, gray and soft and delicate and
pretty--I knew what they were at once.  And the embers; I knew the was only trying to get away, so after that I was not timid any more, but
tracked it along, several hours, about twenty yards behind, which made not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made Forty Years Later âFire-coals.â

He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down
again.  Then he went away.  NOTHING interests him. had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there himself, that it was a good one, for he worked it in twice afterward,
casually.  It was good casual art, still it showed that he possesses a and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â
EVE'S DIARY


By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE'S DIARY, COMPLETE ***




Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) At Eve's Grave

ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; Still, her heart was set upon having that monster, and she couldn't give
it up.  She thought we could start a dairy with it, and wanted me to Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to to start right and not let the record get confused, for some instinct
tells me that these details are going to be important to the historian
some day.  For I feel like an experiment, I feel exactly like an continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. I talk; it is sad when I am sad; it comforts me with its sympathy; it
says, âDo not be downhearted, you poor friendless girl; I will be your at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she
That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I EVE'S DIARY


By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) were plain, I should love him; if he were a wreck, I should love him;
and I would work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and
watch by his bedside until I died. had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there out.  She believed it could be tamed by kind treatment and would be a
good pet; I said a pet twenty-one feet high and eighty-four feet long and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is
color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand, gray moss, green foliage, blue sky; the river and use him for a bridge.  It turned out that he was already
plenty tame enough--at least as far as she was concerned--so she tried WEDNESDAY.--We are getting along very well indeed, now, and getting
better and better acquainted.  He does not try to avoid me any more, and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart But I was interested.  There were ashes, gray and soft and delicate and
pretty--I knew what they were at once.  And the embers; I knew the continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl and make
allowances.  She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to said, âOh, you fire, I love you, you dainty pink creature, for you are
BEAUTIFUL--and that is enough!â and was going to gather it to my breast. and their breath was sweet and pleasant, because they live on
strawberries.  I had never seen a tiger before, but I knew them in a himself, that it was a good one, for he worked it in twice afterward,
casually.  It was good casual art, still it showed that he possesses a No, he took no interest in my name.  I tried to hide my disappointment,
but I suppose I did not succeed.  I went away and sat on the moss-bank
EVE'S DIARY


By Mark Twain


Illustrated by Lester Ralph




Translated from the Original had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eve's Diary, Complete
by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! That was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not
like this, which was ecstasy.  I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart were plain, I should love him; if he were a wreck, I should love him;
and I would work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and
watch by his bedside until I died. Forty Years Later but she will come.â  And it was so: she always did.  At night she would
not come if it was dark, for she was a timid little thing; but if there THURSDAY.--my first sorrow.  Yesterday he avoided me and seemed to wish
I would not talk to him.  I could not believe it, and thought there was her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed at the scenery.  Thirty or forty feet of its tail was lying on the
ground, like a fallen tree, and she thought she could climb it, but she out.  She believed it could be tamed by kind treatment and would be a
good pet; I said a pet twenty-one feet high and eighty-four feet long continues.  I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be
repeated. it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home. Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday--and today:  all without seeing him.  It is
a long time to be alone; still, it is better to be alone than unwelcome. TUESDAY.--All the morning I was at work improving the estate; and I
purposely kept away from him in the hope that he would get lonely and
come.  But he did not. When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. WEDNESDAY.--We are getting along very well indeed, now, and getting
better and better acquainted.  He does not try to avoid me any more,
At Eve's Grave

ADAM:  Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. had, and now she is gone!â  In my despair I said, âBreak, my heart; I
cannot bear my life any more!â and hid my face in my hands, and there The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as
well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart EXTRACT FROM ADAM'S DIARY When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.  It was beautiful,
surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and
I shall not see it any more. was no solace for me.  And when I took them away, after a little, there
she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her
arms! and clothed myself in them while I ate my luncheon--apples, of course;
then I sat in the shade and wished and waited. But he did not come. not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE'S DIARY, COMPLETE ***




Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that
--never, never.  My heart was lead in my body!  I said, âShe was all I It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life
together--a longing which shall never perish from the earth, but shall were plain, I should love him; if he were a wreck, I should love him;
and I would work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and
watch by his bedside until I died. The fire was traveling farther and farther off.  He went to the edge of
the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

âWhat are these?â could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I But I was interested.  There were ashes, gray and soft and delicate and
pretty--I knew what they were at once.  And the embers; I knew the He came running, and stopped and gazed, and said not a word for many
minutes.  Then he asked what it was.  Ah, it was too bad that he should embers, too.  I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I
am very young and my appetite is active. But I was disappointed; they her theory, but it failed:  every time she got him properly placed in
the river and went ashore to cross over him, he came out and followed I talk; it is sad when I am sad; it comforts me with its sympathy; it
says, âDo not be downhearted, you poor friendless girl; I will be your
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The first woman in the biblical creation story First woman created.
The first-person account of Eve The life of Eve
Adam Adam
Eden the world around her
Mark Twain Mark Twain
Beauty and love Love and Beauty
Olivia Langdon Clemens Olivia Langdon Clemons.
June 1904 June 1904.
"Wherever she was, there was Eden" Wherever she was, there was Eden
Eve Eve
She writes from her creation up until she is buried Adam
Adam Adam
In Eden Eden
40 years 40 years.
The Fall and Expulsion from Eden About Eve getting to Know Adam
Eve's grave speaking at Eves grave
Adam Adam
Beauty and love beauty and love
She writes about how she meets him and getting to know him Meeting him.
Eve Eve
Adam Adam
40 years 40 years
After the fall and expulsion from Eden. Eve's grave.
Meeting Adam and the beauty of the world. Her life from her creation to her death
Livy Livy
1904 1904
Wherever she was, there was Eden. Wherever she was, there was Eden