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 songs; 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 hi... (查看原文)
0 有用 木一 2014-09-18 23:51:15
当年在初中时的旁边小书店买的,那个时候还不知道马克·吐温,但是被卷首语惊艳了。夏娃说:我爱亚当,可能只因为他是个男人吧。
0 有用 ガス抜き 2010-08-21 23:50:19
小时候看过的。墓志铭很有feel~(居然是马克吐温的!当时都不看作者的啊!)
0 有用 柿子 2006-06-04 00:14:11
男人和女人太不同
0 有用 アキラ 2011-08-06 16:03:24
Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.
0 有用 oriyao 2010-11-07 21:43:53
无论何处,你所在的地方就是伊甸园(太短了)