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 村上春花 2012-11-29 10:53:41
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0 有用 任平生 2013-04-24 17:33:31
马克吐温居然还写过这么柔美的故事。中英文都有,插图尤其赞。淘到这本书真是幸运。
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0 有用 步履不停 2016-06-25 17:49:50
在夏娃的墓前: 亚当: 她在哪里,哪里就是伊甸园。 AT EVE'S GRAVE ADAM:Wheresoever she was,there was Eden.