Eve's Diary E-Book

Mark Twain

• Herausgeber: Andura Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

An unforgettable classic from the legendary and beloved American author, Mark Twain.

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Eve's Diary

by Mark Twain

SATURDAY.--I am almost a whole day old, now.  I arrived yesterday.

That is as it seems to me.  And it must be so, for if there was a

day-before-yesterday I was not there when it happened, or I should

remember it.  It could be, of course, that it did happen, and that I

was not noticing. Very well; I will be very watchful now, and if any

day-before-yesterdays happen I will make a note of it. It will be best

to start right and not let the record get confused, for some instinct

tells me that these details are going to be important to the historian

some day.  For I feel like an experiment, I feel exactly like an

experiment; it would be impossible for a person to feel more like an

experiment than I do, and so I am coming to feel convinced that that

is what I AM--an experiment; just an experiment, and nothing more.

Then if I am an experiment, am I the whole of it?  No, I think not; I

think the rest of it is part of it.  I am the main part of it, but I

think the rest of it has its share in the 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 today 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.  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 marvelously near to

being perfect, notwithstanding the shortness of the time. There are too

many stars in some places and not enough in others, but that can be

remedied presently, no doubt.  The moon got loose last night, and slid

down and fell out of the scheme--a very great loss; it breaks my heart

to think of it.  There isn't another thing among the ornaments and

decorations that is comparable to it for beauty and finish.  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