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)
2 有用 路西法尔 2014-07-11 20:00:21
很可爱的故事,一路吐槽到最后居然有泪目的感觉,当年~
0 有用 JasmineJasmine 2007-12-19 18:06:00
优美
0 有用 四子 2010-07-28 15:11:18
惊现——书要常理
0 有用 yulovesyu 2008-07-21 20:54:17
马克吐温是语言大师。男的应该好好读读……
0 有用 Randy Disher 2006-05-26 00:54:02
马克吐温的书,鲁迅的序。书秉承一贯风格,很好,序不同于我的猜想,更好。