Eve's Diary: Translated from the Original MS"Wherever she is, there is Eden." -Mark Twain, Eve's Diary (1906)
Eve's Diary: Translated from the Original Ms. (1906), by Mark Twain, is a sequel to Extracts from Adam's Diary (1904) and is a comic narrative based on the biblical creation story about Eve from her creation to her burial by Adam. This story is said to be dedicated to Twain's wife Olivia Langdon Clemens, who died in 1904, just before the story was written. This jacketed hardcover replica of the original edition of Eve's Diary, with fifty-five beautiful illustrations by Lester Ralph, offers a lighthearted but emotional read.
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Page 31 - I name it before he has time to expose himself by an awkward silence. In this way I have saved him many embarrassments. I have no defect like his. The minute I set eyes on an animal I know what it is. I don't have to reflect a moment; the right name comes out instantly, just as if it were an inspiration, as no doubt it is, for I am sure it wasn't in me half a minute before. I seem to know just by the shape of the creature and the way it acts what animal it is. When the dodo came along he thought...
Page 95 - After the Fall 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. The Garden is lost, but I have found him, and am content.
Page 107 - 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 have place in the heart of every wife that loves, until the end of time; and it shall be called by my name. But if one of us must go first, it is my prayer that it shall be I; for he is strong, I am weak, I am not so necessary to him as he is to me—life without him would not be life; how could I endure it?
Page 95 - 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 nature, and this, I think, is proper to my youth and sex.
Page 7 - ... matter. Is my position assured, or do I have to watch it and take care of it ? The latter, perhaps. Some instinct tells me that eternal vigilance is the price of supremacy. [That is a good phrase, I think, for one so young.] Everything looks better to-day than it did yesterday. In the rush of finishing up yesterday, the mountains were left in a ragged condition, and some of the plains were so cluttered with rubbish and remnants that the aspects were quite distressing.
Page 7 - In the rush of finishing up yesterday, the mountains were left in a ragged condition, and some of the plains were so cluttered with rubbish and remnants that the aspects were quite distressing. Noble and beautiful works of art should not be subjected to haste; and this maJestic new world is indeed a most noble and beautiful work. And certainly marvellously near to being perfect, notwithstanding the shortness of the time.
Page 43 - 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 with my feet in the water. It is where I go when I hunger for companionship, some one to look at, some one to talk to. It is not enough — that lovely...
Page 41 - ... not think of them when I can help it. 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 are forbidden, and he says I shall come to harm; but so I come to harm through pleasing him why shall I care for that harm? Monday. — This morning I told him my name, hoping it would interest him. But he did not care for it. It is strange. If he should tell me his name, I would care. I think it would be pleasanter in...
Page 17 - ... thorns between! I learned a lesson; also I made an axiom, all out of my own head — my very first one: The scratched Experiment shuns the thorn. I think it is a very good one for one so young. I followed the other Experiment around, yesterday afternoon, at a distance, to see what it might be for, if I could. But I was not able to make out. I think it is a man. I had never seen a man, but it looked like one, and I feel sure that that is what it is. I realize that I feel more curiosity about it...
Page 9 - It should have been fastened better. If we can only get it back again — 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. I believe I can be honest in all other matters, but I already begin to realize that the core and centre of my nature is love of the beautiful, a passion for the beautiful, and that it would not be safe to trust me with a moon that belonged to another person and that person didn't know I had...