en-es  Eve's Diary — part II —
DOMINGO. - Está allí arriba todavía. Descansando, aparentemente. Pero eso es un subterfugio: el domingo no es el día de descanso; el sábado es el día señalado para eso. Me parece una criatura que está más interesada en descansar que en otra cosa. Descansar mucho me aburriría. Solo el sentarme y mirar el árbol me cansa. Me pregunto para qué está; nunca lo veo hacer nada.

La noche pasada devolvieron la luna y ¡yo estaba tan feliz! Creo que es muy honesto por su parte. Se deslizó hacia abajo y se cayó de nuevo, pero yo no estaba angustiada; no hay necesidad de preocuparse cuando una tiene esta clase de vecinos, ellos harán que regrese. Desearía poder hacer algo para mostrar mi agradecimiento. Querría enviarles algunas estrellas, puesto que tenemos más de las que podemos usar. Quiero decir yo, no nosotros, porque puedo ver que el reptil no se preocupa nada por esas cosas.

Tiene mal gusto y no es amable. Cuando ayer por la tarde, en el crepúsculo, fui allí, se había deslizado hacia abajo y estaba tratando de alcanzar a los pequeños peces moteados que juegan en la charca y tuve que darle con un terrón y hacerle subir de nuevo al árbol y dejarlos solos. Me pregunto si ESO es para lo que sirve. ¿No tiene corazón? ¿No tiene ninguna compasión por esas pequeñas criaturas? ¿Puede ser que fuera designado y manufacturado para tan cruel trabajo? Tiene aspecto de ello. Uno de los terrones le dio detrás de la oreja y utilizó el lenguaje. Me causó emoción, ya que era la primera vez que había escuchado hablar, exceptuándome a mí misma. No comprendí las palabras; pero parecieron expresivas.

Cuando descubrí que podía hablar, sentí un nuevo interés por él, ya que adoro hablar; hablo todo el día y en mis sueños, también, y soy muy interesante, pero si tuviera otro para hablarle podría estar doblemente interesante y no acabaríamos nunca, si quisiera.

Si este reptil es un hombre, ya no es un eso ¿no? Eso sería gramaticalmente incorrecto, ¿no? Creo que debería ser ÉL. Yo así lo creo. En ese caso, podría analizarse de este modo: nominativo, Él; dativo, PARA ÉL; posesivo, SU. Bien, voy a considerarlo un hombre y llamarlo él hasta que resulte ser otra cosa. Esto será más práctico que tener tantas incertidumbres.

DOMINGO SIGUIENTE SEMANA.- Lo he rondado toda la semana y tratado de conocerle. He tenido que ser yo quien hablara, porque él era tímido, pero yo no me importó. Parecía encantado de tenerme alrededor, y he utilizado mucho el sociable "NOSOTROS", porque el estar incluido parecía halagarlo.

MIÉRCOLES.- De hecho, ahora, estamos llevándonos muy bien y conociéndonos cada vez mejor. Ya no trata de evitarme, lo que es una buena señal, y muestra que le gusta tenerme con él. Eso me agrada y estudio cómo serle útil de todas las formas posibles para acrecentar su respeto. Durante los últimos uno o dos días he quitado de sus manos todo el trabajo de nombrar las cosas y esto le ha dado un gran alivio, porque no tiene talento para ello, y está evidentemente muy agradecido. No se le ocurre un nombre racional para salvarle, pero no le dejo ver que me doy cuenta de su defecto. Cuando quiera que una nueva criatura aparece le pongo nombre antes de que él tenga tiempo de exponerse a sí mismo por un silencio bochornoso. De esta forma le he ahorrado muchas situaciones vergonzosas. Yo no tengo un defecto de este tipo . En el instante en que pongo los ojos en un animal yo sé lo que es. Yo no tengo que reflexionar un momento; el nombre correcto me sale instantáneamente, exactamente como si fuera una inspiración, que sin duda lo es, pues estoy segura de que no estaba en mí medio minuto antes. Parece que sé qué animal es sólo por la forma de la criatura y su manera de actuar.

Cuando apareció el dodo él pensó que era un gato silvestre - lo vi en sus ojos. Pero lo salvé. Y tuve cuidado de no hacerlo de una forma que pudiera herir su orgullo. Yo sólo hablaba alto en una forma bastante natural de agradable sorpresa, y no como si estuviera soñando en transmitir información, y decía: "¡Vaya, digo yo, si no estará allí el dodo!" Yo explicaba - sin que pareciera que estaba explicando - cómo yo lo reconocía como un dodo, y aunque yo pensaba que tal vez él se picaba un poco porque yo conocía a la criatura y él no, estaba bastante claro que me admiraba. Eso era muy agradable y pensaba en ello más de una vez con satisfacción antes de dormir. ¡Cómo una cosa tan pequeña puede hacernos felices cuando sentimos que nos lo hemos ganado!

JUEVES. - mi primera preocupación. Ayer me eludió y parecía desear que yo no le hablara. No podía creerlo, y pensé que era un error, porque me encantaba estar con él y adoraba escucharle hablar y, por tanto, ¿cómo podía ser que se mostrase desagradable conmigo cuando yo no había hecho nada? Pero, finalmente, parecía verdad, así que me fui y me senté sola en el lugar donde lo vi por primera vez en la mañana en que nos hicieron y no sabía qué era y él me daba lo mismo; pero ahora era un lugar lúgubre y cada pequeña cosa hablaba de él y mi corazón estaba muy dolorido. No sabía claramente por qué, ya que era un nuevo sentimiento; no lo había experimentado antes y todo era un misterio y no podía comprenderlo.

Pero cuando llegó la noche no pude resistir la soledad y fui al nuevo refugio que él ha construido para preguntarle qué había hecho mal y cómo podía arreglarlo y recuperar su amabilidad; pero él me puso afuera en la lluvia, y esto fue mi primer sufrimiento.

DOMINGO. - Ahora es agradable de nuevo y estoy feliz; pero fueron días duros; no pienso en ellos cuando consigo evitarlo.

Traté de llevarle alguna de esas manzanas, pero no puedo aprender a lanzar derecho. Fallé, pero pienso que la buena intención le agradó. Están prohibidas y él dice que acabaré dañándome; pero en tanto me dañe agradándole a él, ¿por qué debería preocpreocuparme por ese daño?

LUNES. - Esta mañana le dije mi nombre, esperando que le interesaría. Pero no le importó. Es extraño. Si él me dijera su nombre, a mí me importaría. Pienso que sería más agradable a mis oídos que cualquier otro sonido.

Él habla muy poco. Tal vez sea porque no es brillante y es sensible con respecto a ello y desea ocultarlo. Es una gran pena que sienta así, porque la brillantez no es nada; es en el corazón donde reside el valor. Desearía poder hacerle entender que un buen corazón amante es riqueza, y riqueza suficiente, y que sin él el intelecto es pobreza.

Aunque habla tan poco, tiene un vocabulario bastante considerable. Esta mañana usó una palabra sorprendentemente buena. Él mismo reconoció, evidentemente, que era una buena, porque la utilizó dos veces más, casualmente. Fue una aceptable habilidad fortuita, aún así mostró que posee cierta cualidad de percepción. Sin duda se puede hacer crecer esa semilla, si se cultiva.

¿De dónde sacó esa palabra? No pienso que yo la haya usado nunca.

No, él no se interesó por mi nombre. Traté de ocultar mi decepción, pero supongo que no lo conseguí. Me fui y me senté en el banco de musgo con los pies en el agua. Es adonde voy cuando añoro compañía, alguien a quien mirar, alguien con quien hablar. No es suficiente - ese encantador cuerpo blanco pintado allí en la charca - pero es algo, y algo es mejor que la soledad suprema. Habla cuando hablo; está triste cuando estoy triste; me da consuelo con su simpatía; dice: "No estés desanimada, tú, pobre niña sin amigos; yo seré tu amiga". Es una buena amiga para mí y la única; es mi hermana.

¡Esa primera vez que me abandonó! ah, eso no lo olvidaré jamás, jamás, jamás. ¡Mi corazón pesaba como el plomo! Dije: "!Ella era todo lo que yo tenía, y ahora se ha ido!". En mi desesperación dije: "¡Rompe,corazón mío; no puedo soportar más mi vida!" y oculté mi cara entre mis manos y no hubo consuelo para mí. Y cuando las quité, después de un rato, ¡allí estaba ella de nuevo, blanca y brillante y bella, y yo salté en sus brazos!

Era la felicidad perfecta, había conocido la felicidad antes, pero no era como esta, que era el éxtasis. Posteriormente nunca dudé de ella. A veces no aparecía, quizás durante una hora, tal vez durante casi todo el día, pero yo esperaba y no dudaba; decía: "Está ocupada o ha ido de viaje, pero vendrá". Y así fue: siempre lo hizo. Por la noche no vendría si estaba oscuro, porque era un poco tímida; pero si había luna, ella vendría. Yo no temo a la oscuridad, pero ella es más joven que yo; ella había nacido más tarde que yo. Muchas y muchas son las visitas que le he rendido; ella es mi confort y mi refugio cuando mi vida es dura y principalmente lo es.

MARTES.- Toda la mañana estuve trabajando mejorando la propiedad; y deliberadamente me mantuve alejada de él en la esperanza de que podría sentirse solo y venir. Pero no lo hizo.

A medianoche paré por el día y me recreé revoloteando por ahí con las abejas y las mariposas y desahogándome en las flores, esas hermosas criaturas que cogen la sonrisa de Dios del cielo y la preservan. Yo las cogía y hacía coronas y guirnaldas con ellas y me vestía con ellas mientras comía mi almuerzo, manzanas, por supuesto; entonces me sentaba en la sombra y deseaba y esperaba. Pero él no venía.

Pero no importa. Nada habría salido de ello, porque a él no le interesan las flores. Las llamó basura y no puede distinguirlas una de otra y piensa que es superior sentir de esa forma. No le importo yo, no le importan las flores, no le importa el cielo pintado al anochecer, ¿hay algo que le importe, exceptuando la construcción de chozas para encerrarse él mismo de la lluvia buena y limpia, y golpear los melones y probar las uvas y manosear la fruta en los árboles para ver cómo se llevan esas propiedades?

Coloqué un palo seco en el suelo y con otro traté de hacer un agujero en él, con el fin de llevar a cabo un esquema que tenía y pronto tuve un susto espantoso. ¡Una fina, película transparente azulada salió del agujero y yo dejé todo y corrí! ¡Pensé que era un espíritu y yo estaba tan asustada! Pero miré hacia atrás y no venía; así que me apoyé contra una roca y reposé jadeando, y dejé que mis extremidades siguieran temblando hasta que se pusieron firmes de nuevo; entonces me desplacé sigilosamente de vuelta, alerta, mirando y dispuesta a huir si fuera necesario; y cuando hube llegado cerca partí las ramas de un arbusto de rosas y miré a hurtadillas - esperando que el hombre estuviera por ahí, yo parecía tan ingeniosa y bonita - pero el espíritu se había ido. Fui allí y había una pizca de delicado polvo rosa en el agujero. Metí el dedo dentro para sentirlo y dije ¡AY! Y lo saqué de nuevo. Fue un dolor cruel. Metí el dedo en la boca; y poniéndome primero sobre un pie y luego sobre el otro, y refunfuñando, en breve alivié mi pena; pues estaba llena de interés y comencé a examinar.

Sentía curiosidad por conocer qué era el polvo rosa. De pronto se me ocurrió el nombre, aunque nunca había oído nada de él anteriormente. ¡Era FUEGO! Estaba tan segura de ello como puede estarlo una persona de algo en el mundo. Así, sin dudar, lo llamé eso – fuego.

Yo había creado algo que no existía antes; había añadido una cosa nueva a las incontables propiedades del mundo; me di cuenta de esto y estaba orgullosa de mi logro, e iba a ir corriendo a encontrarlo a él y contárselo, pensando en subir yo misma en su estima, pero reflexioné y no lo hice. No, eso no le iba a importar. Él preguntaría para qué era bueno y ¿que podía contestar yo? porque si no era BUENO para algo, sino sólo hermoso, meramente hermoso... Así que suspiré y no fui. Porque no era bueno para nada; no podía construir una choza, no podía mejorar los melones, no podía acelerar la cosecha de fruta; no tenía utilidad, era un tontería y una vanidad; él lo despreciaría y diría palabras cortantes. Pero para mí no era despreciable; dije: "¡Oh, tú fuego, te quiero, tú delicada criatura rosa, porque tú eres HERMOSO, y eso es suficiente!" e iba a llevármelo al pecho. Pero me frené. Entonces hice otra máxima de mi cabeza, aunque era tan parecida a la primera que temía que fuera solamente un plagio: "EL EXPERIMENTO QUEMADO EVITA EL FUEGO".

Forjé de nuevo; y cuando hube hecho una buena cantidad de polvo-fuego lo vacié en un puñado de hierba seca marrón, intentando llevarlo a casa y conservarlo siempre y jugar con él; pero le dio el viento y salió pulverizado y me escupió violentamente y lo dejé caer y me eché a correr. Cuando miré hacia atrás el espíritu azul estaba ascendiendo y estirándose y disipándose como una nube e instantáneamente pensé el nombre para ello – ¡HUMO! – aunque, doy mi palabra, nunca había oído del humo antes.

Pronto salieron disparados destellos amarillos y rojos a través del humo, y los nombré en un instante – LLAMAS – y era correcto, también, aunque estas fueron las primeras llamas que había habido nunca en el mundo. Treparon a los árboles, entonces lanzaron destellos magníficamente dentro y fuera del vasto volumen en aumento del ondulante humo, y yo tuve que dar palmadas y reír y bailar en mi arrebato, ¡era tan nuevo y extraño y tan maravilloso y tan bello!

Él vino corriendo y se paró y contempló y no dijo ni una palabra por muchos minutos. Entonces preguntó qué era eso. Ah, fue muy malo que él hiciera una pregunta tan directa. Yo tenía que contestarla, por supuesto, y lo hice. Dije que era fuego. Si le molestaba que yo supiera y él tuviera que preguntar; eso no era mi falta; yo no tenía deseo de molestarle. Después de una pausa preguntó: "¿Cómo vino?"

Otra pregunta directa, y también tenía que tener una respuesta directa.

"Yo lo hice".

El fuego se estaba propagando cada vez más rápido. Fue al borde del lugar quemado y se quedó mirando hacia abajo y dijo: "¿Qué es eso?"

"Brasas".

Cogió uno para examinarlo, pero cambió de opinión y lo volvió a posar. Entonces se marchó. NADA le interesa.

Pero yo estaba interesada. Había cenizas, grises y suaves y delicadas y bonitas, yo supe lo que eran inmediatamente. Y las brasas; yo conocía las brasas también. Encontré mis manzanas y las recogí y me puse contenta; porque soy muy joven y mi apetito es voraz. Pero estaba decepcionada; estaban todas quemadas, abiertas y echadas a perder. Echadas a perder en apariencia; pero no era así; estaban mejor que las crudas. El fuego es hermoso; algún día será útil, pienso yo.

VIERNES.- Lo vi de nuevo, por un momento, el pasado lunes al caer la noche, pero solo por un momento. Estaba esperando que me alabaría por tratar de mejorar la hacienda, ya que había tenido una buena idea y había trabajado duro. Pero no le había agradado y se dio la vuelta y me dejó. También estaba disgustado por otro tema: traté de persuadirle una vez más de que dejara de ir por encima de las cascadas. Eso fue porque el fuego me había revelado una nueva pasión, del todo nueva y claramente diferente del amor, del dolor y las demás que ya había descubierto: MIEDO. ¡Y es horrible! Ojalá no la hubiera descubierto nunca; me trae momentos oscuros, estropea mi felicidad, me hace temblar y estremecerme. Pero no pude persuadirle, porque todavía no ha descubierto el miedo así que no pudo entenderme.

Extracto del diario de Adán. Tal vez debería recordar que ella es muy joven, solo una niña, y hacer concesiones. Ella es toda interés, entusiasmo, vivacidad, el mundo para ella es un encanto, una maravilla, un misterio, una alegría; no puede hablar de placer cuando encuentra una nueva flor, tiene que mimarla y acariciarla y olerla y hablarle y verter sobre ella nombres adorables. Y se vuelve loca por los colores: las rocas marrones, la arena amarilla, el musgo gris, el follaje verde, el cielo azul; el color perla del alba, las sombras púrpura en las montañas, las islas doradas flotando en mares carmesí a la puesta del sol, la luna pálida navegando a través de la repisa de nubes echas jirones, las joyas de las estrellas reluciendo en los desperdicios del espacio; nada de eso tiene ningún valor práctico, hasta donde yo puedo ver, pero que tengan color y majestad es suficiente para ella, y pierde la cabeza por ellos. Si pudiera disminuir el ritmo y permanecer en silencio algunos minutos seguidos, sería un espectáculo de sosiego. En ese caso creo que podría disfrutar mirándola; de hecho, estoy seguro de que podría, porque estoy empezando a darme cuenta de que es una criatura extraordinariamente atractiva, ágil, esbelta, delgada, con curvas, bien proporcionada, ligera, con gracia; y una vez, cuando estaba de pie en una roca, blanca como el mármol e inundada de sol, con la joven cabeza reclinada y la mano dando sombra a sus ojos, mirando el vuelo de un pájaro en el cielo, reconocí que era hermosa.

LUNES AL MEDIODÍA. – Si hay algo en el planeta en que no esté interesada no está en mi lista. Hay animales que me son indiferentes, pero no es así para ella. Ella no hace discriminación, habla con todos, piensa que todos son tesoros, cada animal nuevo es bienvenido.

Cuando el poderoso brontosaurio vino cabalgando al campamento, ella lo miró como una adquisición, yo lo consideraba una calamidad; este es un buen ejemplo de la falta de acuerdo que prevalece en nuestras opiniones sobre las cosas. Ella quería domesticarlo, yo quería hacerle un regalo de la granja y marchar. Creía que podría ser domesticado mediante un trato bondadoso y sería una buena mascota; le dije que una mascota de veintiún pies de altura y ochenta y cuatro de largo podría no ser un objeto adecuado para tener en el lugar, porque, incluso con la mejor de las intenciones y sin querer hacer ningún daño, podría sentarse en la casa y aplastarla, cualquiera podría ver por su mirada que era despistado.

A pesar de todo, tenía decidido en su corazón tener a ese monstruo, y no se rendiría. Ella pensó que podríamos poner en marcha una lechería con ella, quería que la ayudara a ordeñarla; pero yo no quería; era demasiado arriesgado. El sexo no era el adecuado, y de todas formas no teníamos una escalera. Entonces ella quiso montarse en él, y mirar el paisaje Treinta o cuarenta pies de su cola estaban recostados en la tierra, como un árbol caído, y ella pensó que podría escalarla , pero estaba equivocada; cuando alcanzó el lugar empinado, era demasiado resbaladizo y se cayo para abajo, y se hubiera lastimado a no ser por mi.

¿Estaba satisfecha ahora? No. Nada la satisface nunca, salvo la demostración; las teorías sin probar no iban con ella, y no las sostendría. Es el espíritu correcto, lo concedo; me atrae; siento su influencia; si estuviera más con ella, pienso que lo absorbería Bueno, le quedaba una teoría sobre el coloso: pensaba que si pudiéramos domesticarlo y hacerlo amigable podríamos estar en el río y usarlo como puente. Resultó que ya estaba suficientemente domesticado, por lo menos en la opinión de ella, así que probó su teoría, pero falló: cada vez que conseguía colocarlo adecuadamente en el río e iba hacia la orilla para cruzar sobre él, él salía y la seguía como una montaña mascota. Como los otros animales. Todos hacían eso.

VIERNES. – Martes, miércoles, jueves y hoy: todos los días sin verlo. Es mucho tiempo para estar sola; aún así es mejor estar sola que no ser bienvenida.

TENÍA que tener compañía, estaba hecha para eso, pienso, así que me hice amiga de los animales. Son sencillamente encantadores y tienen la más amable disposición y los modales más educados; nunca se muestran enfadados, nunca te hacen sentir que te estás entrometiendo, te sonríen y mueven la cola, si la tienen, y siempre están dispuestos para una diversión o una excursión o cualquier cosa que quieras proponer. Pienso que son perfectos gentlemen. Todos estos días hemos pasado tantos buenos momentos y no me sentí sola nunca. ¡sola! No, debo decir que no. ¿Por qué?, hay siempre una multitud de ellos alrededor, a veces hasta cuatro o cinco acres, no los puedes contar; y cuando estás de pie en una roca en el medio y miras hacia afuera sobre la extensión peluda, es tan moteada y salpicada y alegre con color y brillo retozante y destellos de sol, y tan ondeante con líneas, que podrías pensar que fuera un lago, solo que sabes que no lo es; y hay tormentas de pájaros sociables y huracanes de alas zumbantes; y cuando el sol golpea toda esta conmoción de plumas, tienes una llamarada de todos los colores que puedas imaginar, suficiente para cegarte los ojos.

Hemos hecho largas excursiones y he visto una gran porción del mundo; casi todo, pienso; y así yo soy la primera viajera y la única. Cuando estamos en marcha es un espectáculo impresionante, no hay nada igual en ninguna parte. Por comodidad yo me monto en un tigre o un leopardo, porque es blando y tiene una espalda redonda que se adapta a mí y porque son unos animales tan bonitos; pero para largas distancias o para tener buena vista me monto en el elefante. Él me sube con su trompa, pero me puedo bajar yo misma; cuando estamos listos para acampar, él se sienta y yo me deslizo hacia abajo por atrás.

Los pájaros y los animales son todos amables entre sí, y no hay disputas sobre nada. Todos ellos hablan, y todos hablan conmigo, pero tiene que ser un idioma extranjero, porque no puedo descifrar ni una palabra de lo que dicen; sin embargo ellos a menudo me entienden cuando contesto, especialmente el perro y el elefante. Eso hace que me avergüence. Muestra que son más inteligentes que yo, porque yo quiero ser yo misma el principal Experimento, y tengo la intención de serlo serlo también.

He aprendido un montón de cosas, y soy instruida ahora, pero no lo era al principio. Al principio era ignorante. Al principio me solía fastidiar, con toda mi observación, no era nunca suficientemente inteligente para estar cerca cuando el agua corre cuesta arriba; pero ahora no me preocupo por ello. He experimentado y por lo experimentado hasta ahora sé que nunca corre cuesta arriba, salvo en la oscuridad. Sé que lo hace en la oscuridad, porque la piscina nunca está seca, como lo estaría, por supuesto, si el agua no retornara a la noche Es mejor comprobar las cosas por experimentos reales; así tu lo SABES; mientras que si dependes de adivinar y suponer y conjeturar nunca te instruyes.

Hay cosas que NO PUEDES averiguar; pero adivinando y suponiendo nunca sabrás que no puedes: no, tienes que tener paciencia y seguir experimentando hasta que averigües que no puedes averiguarlas. Y es un encanto hacerlo de esta forma, ¡hace el mundo tan interesante!. Si no hubiera nada que averiguar sería aburrido. Tratar de averiguar y no averiguar es incluso igual de interesante como tratar de averiguar y averiguar, y no sé si todavía más. El secreto del agua fue un tesoro hasta que caí en la cuenta; entonces todo el entusiasmo se fue, y reconocí un sentimiento de pérdida.

Por la experimentación sé que la madera nada, y las hojas secas y las plumas y muchas otras cosas; por tanto por todas estas evidencias acumuladas sabes que una roca va a nadar; pero tendrás que conformarte simplemente con saberlo, porque no hay forma de comprobarlo – hasta ahora. Pero encontraré una manera – entonces ESE entusiasmo se irá. Esas cosas me ponen triste; porque tarde o temprano cuando lo haya descubierto todo no habrá más emociones y ¡me encantan las emociones! La noche pasada no pude dormir pensando estas cosas.

Al principio, no podía entender por qué fui hecha, pero ahora creo que fue para descubrir los secretos de este maravilloso mundo y ser feliz y dar gracias al Dador de todo por crearlo. Pienso que todavia hay muchas que aprender-- eso espero; y economizando y sin demasiada prisa pienso que tardaré semanas y semanas. Eso espero. Cuando tiras una pluma navega por el aire y desaparece de la vista; entonces arrojas un terrón de tierra y no lo hace. Desciende todas las veces. Yo hice la prueba una y otra vez y siempre es así. Me pregunto por qué es así. Por supuesto NO desciende, pero ¿por qué PARECERÁ que sí? Supongo que es una ilusión óptica. Quiero decir, uno de los dos lo es. No sé cuál. Puede ser la pluma, puede ser el terrón; No puedo comprobar cuál de los dos, sólo puedo demostrar que uno o el otro es falso, y dejar que cada persona tome su decisión.

Observando, sé que las estrellas no van a durar. He visto algunas de las mejores fundirse y descender por el cielo corriendo. Si una se puede fundir, todas ellas pueden fundirse; si todas pueden fundirse, todas pueden fundirse la misma noche. Ese pesar llegará-- lo sé. Tengo la intención de sentarme todas las noches y mirarlas mientras pueda mantenerme despierta; y quiero imprimir esos campos centelleantes en mi memoria, de forma que dentro de algún tiempo, cuando se las hayan llevado, pueda recuperar con mi imaginación esas miríadas preciosas en el cielo negro y pueda hacerlas centellear de nuevo y duplicarlas al empañarlas con mis lágrimas.

Después del otoño. Cuando miro hacia atrás el Jardín es un sueño para mí. Era hermoso, sorprendentemente hermoso, encantadoramente hermoso; y ahora está perdido y no lo veré nunca más.

EL Jardín está perdido, pero lo he encontrado a ÉL, y estoy contenta. Él me ama hasta donde es capaz; yo lo amo a él con toda la fuerza de mi naturaleza apasionada, y esto, pienso, es propio de mi juventud y sexo. Si me pregunto a mí misma por qué lo amo, encuentro que no lo sé, y realmente no me preocupa mucho saberlo; así que supongo que esta clase de amor no es el resultado de razonamientos y estadísticas, como nuestro amor por otros reptiles y animales. Creo que tiene que ser así. Yo amo algunos pájaros por sus cantos; pero no amo a Adán debido a su forma de cantar – no, no es así; cuanto más canta menos me convence su canto. Sin embargo le pido que cante, porque deseo aprender a que me guste todo lo que le interesa a él. Estoy segura de que puedo aprender, porque al principio no podía soportarlo, pero ahora puedo. Agría la leche, pero no importa; puedo acostumbrarme a ese tipo de leche.

No es a causa de su inteligencia por lo que lo amo – no; no es eso. No tiene la culpa de su inteligencia, tal como es, porque no se hizo a sí mismo; él es como Dios lo hizo, y eso es suficiente. Había una sabia intención en ello, ESO lo sé. Se desarrollará a su tiempo, aunque pienso que no será de inmediato; y además, no hay prisa; él es suficientemente bueno tal como es.

No es por sus formas amables y consideradas y por su delicadeza por lo que lo amo. No, tiene carencias en este aspecto, pero ya es suficiente así, y va mejorando.

No es por su diligencia por lo que lo amo – no, no es eso. Pienso que tiene algo en sí, y no sé porque me lo oculta a mí. Es mi único sufrimiento. Por lo demás, ahora es franco y abierto conmigo. Estoy segura de que no me oculta nada a parte de esto. Me aflige que tenga un secreto conmigo, y algunas veces me quita el sueño el pensar en ello, pero voy a quitarlo de mi mente; no debería enturbiar mi felicidad, que por lo demás es plena y rebosante.

No es a causa de su formación, por lo que lo amo – no, no es eso. Se ha formado a sí mismo, y sabe realmente cantidad de cosas, pero no son así.

No es por su caballerosidad por lo que lo amo – no, no es eso. Me dijo, pero no lo culpo a él, que es una particularidad del sexo, pienso, y él no creó su sexo. Por supuesto yo no se lo habría dicho, antes hubiera perecido; pero eso es también una particularidad de mi sexo, y no me llevo el mérito, porque yo no creé mi sexo.

¿Por qué será que lo amo? SIMPLEMENTE PORQUE ES MASCULINO, pienso.

En el fondo es bueno, y lo quiero por eso, pero podría amarlo sin eso. Aunque me golpeara y abusara de mí, seguiría amándole. Lo sé. Es una cuestión de sexo, pienso.

Él es fuerte y apuesto, y le amo por eso, y le admiro y estoy orgullosa de él, pero podría amarle sin esas cualidades. Si fuera simple, le amaría; si fuera un desastre, le amaría; y trabajaría para él, y sería su esclava, y rezaría por él, y velaría a su cabecera hasta su muerte.

Si, creo que le quiero simplemente porque es MÍO y es MASCULINO. No hay otra razón, supongo. Y así pienso que es como dije al principio: que esta clase de amor no es producto de razonamientos ni estadísticas. Sólo viene--sin saber de dónde--y no se puede explicar. Y no lo necesita.

Es lo que pienso. Pero soy sólo una niña, la primera que ha examinado este tema, y puede resultar que en mi ignorancia y falta de experiencia no lo haya hecho bien.

Cuarenta años después. Diario de Eva, en la tumba de Eva. Es mi oración, es mi anhelo, que nos vayamos de esta vida juntos - un anhelo que no perecerá nunca en la tierra, que tendrá su lugar en el corazón de cada mujer que ama, hasta el final de los tiempos; y será llamado por mi nombre.

Pero si uno de nosotros tiene que irse primero, es mi oración que sea yo; porque él es fuerte, yo soy débil, yo no soy tan necesaria para él como él lo es para mi – la vida sin él no sería vida; entonces ¿podría soportarlo? Esta oración es también inmortal y no cesará de ser rezada mientras mi raza continúe. Yo soy la primera esposa; y me repetiré en la última esposa.

En la tumba de Eva. ADÁN: Dondequiera que ella estuviera, era ALLÍ el Edén.
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SUNDAY.--It is up there yet.
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Resting, apparently.
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But that is a subterfuge: Sunday isn't the day of rest; Saturday is appointed for that.
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It would tire me to rest so much.
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It tires me just to sit around and watch the tree.
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I do wonder what it is for; I never see it do anything.
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They returned the moon last night, and I was SO happy!
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I think it is very honest of them.
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I wish I could do something to show my appreciation.
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I would like to send them some stars, for we have more than we can use.
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I mean I, not we, for I can see that the reptile cares nothing for such things.
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It has low tastes, and is not kind.
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I wonder if THAT is what it is for?
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Hasn't it any heart?
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Hasn't it any compassion for those little creature?
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Can it be that it was designed and manufactured for such ungentle work?
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It has the look of it.
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One of the clods took it back of the ear, and it used language.
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It gave me a thrill, for it was the first time I had ever heard speech, except my own.
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I did not understand the words, but they seemed expressive.
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If this reptile is a man, it isn't an IT, is it?
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That wouldn't be grammatical, would it?
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I think it would be HE.
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I think so.
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In that case one would parse it thus: nominative, HE; dative, HIM; possessive, HIS'N.
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Well, I will consider it a man and call it he until it turns out to be something else.
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This will be handier than having so many uncertainties.
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NEXT WEEK SUNDAY.--All the week I tagged around after him and tried to get acquainted.
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I had to do the talking, because he was shy, but I didn't mind it.
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In this way I have saved him many embarrassments.
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I have no defect like this.
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The minute I set eyes on an animal I know what it is.
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I seem to know just by the shape of the creature and the way it acts what animal it is.
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When the dodo came along he thought it was a wildcat--I saw it in his eye.
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But I saved him.
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And I was careful not to do it in a way that could hurt his pride.
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How little a thing can make us happy when we feel that we have earned it!
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THURSDAY.--my first sorrow.
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Yesterday he avoided me and seemed to wish I would not talk to him.
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I tried to get him some of those apples, but I cannot learn to throw straight.
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I failed, but I think the good intention pleased him.
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MONDAY.--This morning I told him my name, hoping it would interest him.
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But he did not care for it.
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It is strange.
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If he should tell me his name, I would care.
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I think it would be pleasanter in my ears than any other sound.
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He talks very little.
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Although he talks so little, he has quite a considerable vocabulary.
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This morning he used a surprisingly good word.
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Without a doubt that seed can be made to grow, if cultivated.
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Where did he get that word?
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I do not think I have ever used it.
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No, he took no interest in my name.
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I tried to hide my disappointment, but I suppose I did not succeed.
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I went away and sat on the moss-bank with my feet in the water.
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It IS a good friend to me, and my only one; it is my sister.
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That first time that she forsook me!
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ah, I shall never forget that --never, never.
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My heart was lead in my body!
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I said, "She was all I had, and now she is gone!"
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In my despair I said, "Break, my heart; I cannot bear my life any more!"
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and hid my face in my hands, and there was no solace for me.
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I never doubted her afterward.
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And it was so: she always did.
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I am not afraid of the dark, but she is younger than I am; she was born after I was.
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But he did not.
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But he did not come.
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But no matter.
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Nothing would have come of it, for he does not care for flowers.
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A thin, transparent bluish film rose out of the hole, and I dropped everything and ran!
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I thought it was a spirit, and I WAS so frightened!
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I went there, and there was a pinch of delicate pink dust in the hole.
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I put my finger in, to feel it, and said OUCH!
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and took it out again.
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It was a cruel pain.
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I was curious to know what the pink dust was.
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Suddenly the name of it occurred to me, though I had never heard of it before.
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It was FIRE!
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I was as certain of it as a person could be of anything in the world.
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So without hesitation I named it that--fire.
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No--he would not care for it.
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He would ask what it was good for, and what could I answer?
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and was going to gather it to my breast.
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But refrained.
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He came running, and stopped and gazed, and said not a word for many minutes.
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Then he asked what it was.
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Ah, it was too bad that he should ask such a direct question.
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I had to answer it, of course, and I did.
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I said it was fire.
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After a pause he asked: "How did it come?"
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Another direct question, and it also had to have a direct answer.
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"I made it."
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The fire was traveling farther and farther off.
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He went to the edge of the burned place and stood looking down, and said: "What are these?"
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"Fire-coals."
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He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down again.
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Then he went away.
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NOTHING interests him.
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But I was interested.
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There were ashes, gray and soft and delicate and pretty--I knew what they were at once.
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And the embers; I knew the embers, too.
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I found my apples, and raked them out, and was glad; for I am very young and my appetite is active.
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But I was disappointed; they were all burst open and spoiled.
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Spoiled apparently; but it was not so; they were better than raw ones.
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Fire is beautiful; some day it will be useful, I think.
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FRIDAY.--I saw him again, for a moment, last Monday at nightfall, but only for a moment.
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But he was not pleased, and turned away and left me.
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But I could not persuade him, for he has not discovered fear yet, and so he could not understand me.
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If she could quiet down and keep still a couple minutes at a time, it would be a reposeful spectacle.
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MONDAY NOON.--If there is anything on the planet that she is not interested in it is not in my list.
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There are animals that I am indifferent to, but it is not so with her.
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She wanted to domesticate it, I wanted to make it a present of the homestead and move out.
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Still, her heart was set upon having that monster, and she couldn't give it up.
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The sex wasn't right, and we hadn't any ladder anyway.
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Then she wanted to ride it, and look at the scenery.
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Was she satisfied now?
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No.
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Like the other animals.
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They all do that.
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FRIDAY.--Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday--and today: all without seeing him.
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It is a long time to be alone; still, it is better to be alone than unwelcome.
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I HAD to have company--I was made for it, I think--so I made friends with the animals.
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I think they are perfect gentlemen.
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All these days we have had such good times, and it hasn't been lonesome for me, ever.
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Lonesome!
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No, I should say not.
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When we are on the march, it is an imposing sight --there's nothing like it anywhere.
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The birds and animals are all friendly to each other, and there are no disputes about anything.
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It makes me ashamed.
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I have learned a number of things, and am educated, now, but I wasn't at first.
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I was ignorant at first.
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I have experimented and experimented until now I know it never does run uphill, except in the dark.
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And it is delightful to have it that way, it makes the world so interesting.
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If there wasn't anything to find out, it would be dull.
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But I shall find a way--then THAT excitement will go.
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The other night I couldn't sleep for thinking about it.
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I hope so.
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It comes down, every time.
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I have tried it and tried it, and it is always so.
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I wonder why it is?
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Of course it DOESN'T come down, but why should it SEEM to?
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I suppose it is an optical illusion.
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I mean, one of them is.
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I don't know which one.
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By watching, I know that the stars are not going to last.
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I have seen some of the best ones melt and run down the sky.
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Since one can melt, they can all melt; since they can all melt, they can all melt the same night.
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That sorrow will come--I know it.
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After the Fall When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me.
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The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content.
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I think that this must be so.
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Yet I ask him to sing, because I wish to learn to like everything he is interested in.
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I am sure I can learn, because at first I could not stand it, but now I can.
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It sours the milk, but it doesn't matter; I can get used to that kind of milk.
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It is not on account of his brightness that I love him--no, it is not that.
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There was a wise purpose in it, THAT I know.
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It is not on account of his gracious and considerate ways and his delicacy that I love him.
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No, he has lacks in this regard, but he is well enough just so, and is improving.
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It is not on account of his industry that I love him--no, it is not that.
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I think he has it in him, and I do not know why he conceals it from me.
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It is my only pain.
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Otherwise he is frank and open with me, now.
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I am sure he keeps nothing from me but this.
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It is not on account of his education that I love him--no, it is not that.
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He is self-educated, and does really know a multitude of things, but they are not so.
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It is not on account of his chivalry that I love him--no, it is not that.
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Then why is it that I love him?
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unit 266
MERELY BECAUSE HE IS MASCULINE, I think.
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unit 267
At bottom he is good, and I love him for that, but I could love him without it.
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unit 268
If he should beat me and abuse me, I should go on loving him.
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unit 269
I know it.
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unit 270
It is a matter of sex, I think.
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unit 273
Yes, I think I love him merely because he is MINE and is MASCULINE.
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unit 274
There is no other reason, I suppose.
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unit 276
It just COMES--none knows whence--and cannot explain itself.
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unit 277
And doesn't need to.
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unit 278
It is what I think.
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unit 282
This prayer is also immortal, and will not cease from being offered up while my race continues.
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unit 283
I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be repeated.
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unit 284
At Eve's Grave ADAM: Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden.
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SUNDAY.--It is up there yet. Resting, apparently. But that is a subterfuge: Sunday isn't the day of rest; Saturday is appointed for that. It looks to me like a creature that is more interested in resting than it anything else. It would tire me to rest so much. It tires me just to sit around and watch the tree. I do wonder what it is for; I never see it do anything.

They returned the moon last night, and I was SO happy! I think it is very honest of them. It slid down and fell off again, but I was not distressed; there is no need to worry when one has that kind of neighbors; they will fetch it back. I wish I could do something to show 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.

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 speckled fishes that play in the pool, and I had to clod it to make it go up the tree again and let them alone. I wonder if THAT is what it is for? Hasn't it any heart? Hasn't it any compassion for those little creature? Can it be that it was designed and manufactured for such ungentle work? It has the look of it. One of the clods took it back of the ear, and it used language. It gave me a thrill, for it was the first time I had ever heard speech, except my own. I did not understand the words, but they seemed expressive.

When I found it could talk I felt a new interest in it, for I love to talk; I talk, all day, and in my sleep, too, and I am very interesting, but if I had another to talk to I could be twice as interesting, and would never stop, if desired.

If this reptile is a man, it isn't an IT, is it? That wouldn't be grammatical, would it? I think it would be HE. I think so. In that case one would parse it thus: nominative, HE; dative, HIM; possessive, HIS'N. Well, I will consider it a man and call it he until it turns out to be something else. This will be handier than having so many uncertainties.

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 didn't mind it. He seemed pleased to have me around, and I used the sociable "we" a good deal, because it seemed to flatter him to be included.

WEDNESDAY.--We are getting along very well indeed, now, and getting better and better acquainted. He does not try to avoid me any more, 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. During the last day or two I have taken all the work of naming things off his hands, and this has been a great relief to him, for he has no gift in that line, and is evidently very grateful. He can't think of a rational name to save him, but I do not let him see that I am aware of his defect. Whenever a new creature comes along 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 this. 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 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 could hurt his pride. I just spoke up in a quite natural way of pleasing surprise, and not as if I was dreaming of conveying information, and said, "Well, I do declare, if there isn't the dodo!" I explained--without seeming to be explaining --how I know it for a dodo, and although I thought maybe he was a little piqued that I knew the creature when he didn't, it was quite evident that he admired me. That 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!

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 some mistake, for I loved to be with him, and loved to hear him talk, and so how could it be that he could feel unkind toward me when I had 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 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 was very sore. I did not know why very clearly, for it was a new feeling; I had not experienced it before, and it was all a mystery, and I could not make it out.

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 wrong and how I could mend it and get back his kindness again; but he put me out in the rain, and it was my first sorrow.

SUNDAY.--It is pleasant again, now, and I am happy; but those were heavy days; I do 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 my ears than any other sound.

He talks very little. Perhaps it is because he is not bright, and is sensitive about it and wishes to conceal it. It is such a pity that he 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 is riches, and riches enough, and that without it intellect is poverty.

Although he talks so little, he has quite a considerable vocabulary. This morning he used a surprisingly good word. He evidently recognized, himself, that it was a good one, for he worked in in twice afterward, casually. It was good casual art, still it showed that he possesses a certain quality of perception. Without a doubt that seed can be made to grow, if cultivated.

Where did he get that word? I do not think I have ever used it.

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 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, "Do not be downhearted, you poor friendless girl; I will be your friend." It IS a good friend to me, and my only one; it is my sister.

That first time that she forsook me! ah, I shall never forget that --never, never. My heart was lead in my body! I said, "She was all I had, and now she is gone!" In my despair I said, "Break, my heart; I cannot bear my life any more!" 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 was perfect happiness; I had known happiness before, but it was not like this, which was ecstasy. I never doubted her afterward. Sometimes she stayed away--maybe an hour, maybe almost the whole day, but I waited and did not doubt; I said, "She is busy, or she is gone on a journey, but she will come." 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 a moon she would come. I am not afraid of the dark, but she is younger than I am; she was born after I was. Many and many are the visits I have paid her; she is my comfort and my refuge when my life is hard--and it is mainly that.

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.

At noon I stopped for the day and took my recreation by flitting all about with the bees and the butterflies and reveling in the flowers, those beautiful creatures that catch the smile of God out of the sky and preserve it! I gathered them, and made them into wreaths and garlands 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.

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 thinks it is superior to feel like that. He does not care for me, he does not care for flowers, he does not care for the painted sky at eventide--is there anything he does care for, except building shacks to coop himself up in from the good clean rain, and thumping the melons, and sampling the grapes, and fingering the fruit on the trees, to see how those properties are coming along?

I laid a dry stick on the ground and tried to bore a hole in it with another one, in order to carry out a scheme that I had, and soon I got 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 so frightened! But I looked back, and it was not coming; so I leaned against a rock and rested and panted, and let my limps go on trembling 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 parted the branches of a rose-bush and peeped through--wishing the man was about, I was looking so cunning and pretty--but the sprite was gone. I went there, and there was a pinch of delicate pink dust in the hole. I put my finger in, to feel it, and said OUCH! and took it out again. It was a cruel pain. I put my finger in my mouth; and by standing first on one foot and then the other, and grunting, I presently eased my misery; then I was full of interest, and began to examine.

I was curious to know what the pink dust was. Suddenly the name of it occurred to me, though I had never heard of it before. It was FIRE! I was as certain of it as a person could be of anything in the world. So without hesitation I named it that--fire.

I had created something that didn't exist before; I had added a new thing to the world's uncountable properties; I realized this, and was proud of my achievement, and was going to run and find him and tell him about it, thinking to raise myself in his esteem --but I reflected, and did not do it. No--he would not care for it. He would ask what it was good for, and what could I answer? for if it was not GOOD for something, but only beautiful, merely beautiful-- So I sighed, and did not go. For it wasn't good for anything; it could not build a shack, it could not improve melons, it could not hurry a fruit crop; it was useless, it was a foolishness and a vanity; he would despise it and say cutting words. But to me it was not despicable; I said, "Oh, you fire, I love you, you dainty pink creature, for you are BEAUTIFUL--and that is enough!" and was going to gather it to my breast. But refrained. Then I made another maxim out of my head, though it was so nearly like the first one that I was afraid it was only a plagiarism: "THE BURNT EXPERIMENT SHUNS THE FIRE."

I wrought again; and when I had made a good deal of fire-dust I emptied it into a handful of dry brown grass, intending to carry it home and keep it always and play with it; but the wind struck it and it sprayed up and spat out at me fiercely, and I dropped it and ran. When I looked back the blue spirit was towering up and stretching and rolling away like a cloud, and instantly I thought of the name of it--SMOKE!--though, upon my word, I had never heard of smoke before.

Soon brilliant yellow and red flares shot up through the smoke, and I named them in an instant--FLAMES--and I was right, too, though these 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 increasing volume of tumbling smoke, and I had to clap my hands and laugh and dance in my rapture, it was so new and strange and so wonderful and so beautiful!

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 ask such a direct question. I had to answer it, of course, and I did. I said it was fire. If it annoyed him that I should know and he must ask; that was not my fault; I had no desire to annoy him. After a pause he asked:

"How did it come?"

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

"I made it."

The fire was traveling farther and farther off. He went to the edge of the burned place and stood looking down, and said:

"What are these?"

"Fire-coals."

He picked up one to examine it, but changed his mind and put it down again. Then he went away. NOTHING interests him.

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 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 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.

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 improve the estate, for I had meant well and had worked hard. But he was not pleased, and turned away and left me. He was also displeased on another account: I tried once more to persuade him to stop going over the Falls. That was because the fire had revealed to me a new passion--quite new, and distinctly different from love, grief, and those others which I had already discovered--FEAR. And it is horrible!--I wish I had never discovered it; it gives me dark moments, it spoils my happiness, it makes me shiver and tremble and shudder. But I could not persuade him, for he has not discovered fear yet, and so he could not understand me.

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 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 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 pearl of the dawn, the purple shadows on the mountains, the golden islands floating in crimson seas at sunset, the pallid moon sailing through the shredded cloud-rack, the star-jewels glittering in the wastes of space--none of them is of any practical value, so far as I can 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 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 I am coming to realize that she is a quite remarkably comely creature --lithe, slender, trim, rounded, shapely, nimble, graceful; and once when she was standing marble-white and sun-drenched on a boulder, with her young head tilted back and her hand shading her eyes, watching the flight of a bird in the sky, I recognized that she was beautiful.

MONDAY NOON.--If there is anything on the planet that she is not interested in it is not in my list. There are animals that I am 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.

When the mighty brontosaurus came striding into camp, she regarded it as an acquisition, I considered it a calamity; that is a good sample of the lack of harmony that prevails in our views of things. She wanted to domesticate it, I wanted to make it a present of the homestead and move 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 would be no proper thing to have about the place, because, even with the best intentions and without meaning any harm, it could sit down on the house and mash it, for any one could see by the look of its eye that it was absent-minded.

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 help milk it; but I wouldn't; it was too risky. The sex wasn't right, and we hadn't any ladder anyway. Then she wanted to ride it, and look 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 was mistaken; when she got to the steep place it was too slick and down she came, and would have hurt herself but for me.

Was she satisfied now? No. Nothing ever satisfies her but demonstration; untested theories are not in her line, and she won't have them. It is the right spirit, I concede it; it attracts me; I feel the influence of it; if I were with her more I think I should take it up myself. Well, she had one theory remaining about this colossus: she thought that if we could tame it and make him friendly we could stand in 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 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 her around like a pet mountain. Like the other animals. They all do that.

FRIDAY.--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.

I HAD to have company--I was made for it, I think--so I made friends with the animals. They are just charming, and they have the kindest disposition and the politest ways; they never look sour, they never let you feel that you are intruding, they smile at you and wag their tail, if they've got one, and they are always ready for a romp or an excursion or anything you want to propose. I think they are perfect gentlemen. All these days we have had such good times, and it hasn't been lonesome for me, ever. Lonesome! No, I should say not. Why, there's always a swarm of them around --sometimes as much as four or five acres--you can't count them; and when you stand on a rock in the midst and look out over the furry expanse it is so mottled and splashed and gay with color and frisking sheen and sun-flash, and so rippled with stripes, that you might think it was a lake, only you know it isn't; and there's storms of sociable birds, and hurricanes of whirring wings; and when the sun strikes all that feathery commotion, you have a blazing up of all the colors you can think of, enough to put your eyes out.

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 one. When we are on the march, it is an imposing sight --there's nothing like it anywhere. For comfort I ride a tiger or a leopard, because it is soft and has a round back that fits me, and because they are such pretty animals; but for long distance or for scenery I ride the elephant. He hoists me up with his trunk, but I can get off myself; when we are ready to camp, he sits and I slide down the back way.

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 must be a foreign language, for I cannot make out a word they say; yet they often understand me when I talk back, particularly the dog and the elephant. It makes me ashamed. It shows that they are brighter than I am, for I want to be the principal Experiment myself--and I intend to be, too.

I have learned a number of things, and am educated, now, but I wasn't at first. I was ignorant at first. At first it used to vex me because, with all my watching, I was never smart enough to be around when the water was running uphill; but now I do not mind it. I have experimented and experimented until now I know it never does run uphill, except in the dark. I know it does in the dark, because the pool never goes dry, which it would, of course, if the water didn't come back in the night. It is best to prove things by actual experiment; then you KNOW; whereas if you depend on guessing and supposing and conjecturing, you never get educated.

Some things you CAN'T find out; but you will never know you can't by guessing and supposing: no, you have to be patient and go on experimenting until you find out that you can't find out. And it is delightful to have it that way, it makes the world so interesting. If there wasn't anything to find out, it would be dull. Even trying to find out and not finding out is just as interesting as trying to find out and finding out, and I don't know but more so. The secret of the water was a treasure until I GOT it; then the excitement all went away, and I recognized a sense of loss.

By experiment I know that wood swims, and dry leaves, and feathers, and plenty of other things; therefore by all that cumulative evidence you know that a rock will swim; but you have to put up with simply knowing it, for there isn't any way to prove it--up to now. But I shall find a way--then THAT excitement will go. Such things make me sad; because by and by when I have found out everything there won't be any more excitements, and I do love excitements so! The other night I couldn't sleep for thinking about it.

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 the Giver of it all for devising it. I think there are many things to learn yet--I hope so; and by economizing and not hurrying too fast I 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 up a clod and it doesn't. It comes down, every time. I have tried it and tried it, and it is always so. I wonder why it is? Of course it DOESN'T come down, but why should it SEEM to? I suppose it is an optical illusion. I mean, one of them is. I don't know which one. It may be the feather, it may be the clod; I can't prove which it is, I can only demonstrate that one or the other is a fake, and let a person take his choice.

By watching, I know that the stars are not going to last. I have seen some of the best ones melt and run down the sky. Since one can melt, they can all melt; since they can all melt, they can all melt the same night. That sorrow will come--I know it. I mean to sit up every night and look at them as long as I can keep awake; and I will impress those sparkling fields on my memory, so that by and by when they are taken away I can by my fancy restore those lovely myriads to the black sky and make them sparkle again, and double them by the blur of my tears.

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. 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. If I ask myself why I love him, I find I do not know, and do not really much care to know; so I suppose that this kind of love is not a product of reasoning and statistics, like one's love for other reptiles and 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 not that; the more he sings the more I do not get reconciled to it. Yet I ask him to sing, because I wish to learn to like everything he is interested in. I am sure I can learn, because at first I could not stand it, but now I can. It sours the milk, but it doesn't matter; I can get used to that kind of milk.

It is not on account of his brightness that I love him--no, it is not that. He is not to blame for his brightness, such as it is, for he did not make it himself; he is as God make him, and that is sufficient. There was a wise purpose in it, THAT I know. In time it will develop, though I think it will not be sudden; and besides, there is no hurry; he is well enough just as he is.

It is not on account of his gracious and considerate ways and his delicacy that I love him. No, he has lacks in this regard, but he is well enough just so, and is improving.

It is not on account of his industry that I love him--no, it is not that. I think he has it in him, and I do not know why he conceals it 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 should have a secret from me, and sometimes it spoils my sleep, thinking of it, but I will put it out of my mind; it shall not trouble my happiness, which is otherwise full to overflowing.

It is not on account of his education that I love him--no, it is not that. He is self-educated, and does really know a multitude of things, but they are not so.

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, 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, too, and I do not take credit for it, for I did not make my sex.

Then why is it that I love him? MERELY BECAUSE HE IS MASCULINE, I think.

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.

He is strong and handsome, and I love him for that, and I admire him and am proud of him, but I could love him without those qualities. He he 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.

Yes, I think I love him merely because he is MINE and is MASCULINE. There is no other reason, I suppose. And so I think it is as I first said: that this kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just COMES--none knows whence--and cannot explain itself. And doesn't need to.

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.

Forty Years Later

Eve's Diary, at Eve's graveIt 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; now could I endure it? This prayer is also immortal, and will not cease from being offered up while my race continues. I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be repeated.

At Eve's Grave

ADAM: Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden.