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EVE’S DIARY

depend on guessing and supposing and may be the feather, it may be the clod;
conjecturing, you never get educated. I can’t prove which it is, I can only
Some things you CAN’T find out; demonstrate that one or the other is a
but you will never know you can’t by fake, and let a person take his choice.
guessing and supposing: no, you have By watching, I know that the stars
to be patient and go on experimenting are not going to last. I have seen some
until you find out that you can’t find of the best ones melt and run down the
out. And it is delightful to have it sky. Since one can melt, they can all
that way, it makes the world so melt; since they can all melt, they can
interesting. If there wasn’t anything to all melt the same night. That sorrow
find out, it would be dull. Even trying will come--I know it. I mean to sit up
to find out and not finding out is just every night and look at them as long
as interesting as trying to find out and as I can keep awake; and I will
finding out, and I don’t know but impress those sparkling fields on my
more so. The secret of the water was a memory, so that by and by when they
treasure until I GOT it; then the are taken away I can by my fancy
excitement all went away, and I restore those lovely myriads to the
recognized a sense of loss. black sky and make them sparkle
By experiment I know that wood again, and double them by the blur of
swims, and dry leaves, and feathers, my tears.
and plenty of other things; therefore
by all that cumulative evidence you
know that a rock will swim; but you After the Fall

have to put up with simply knowing it, When I look back, the Garden is a
for there isn’t any way to prove it--up dream to me. It was beautiful,
to now. But I shall find a way--then surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly
THAT excitement will go. Such beautiful; and now it is lost, and I
things make me sad; because by and by shall not see it any more.
when I have found out everything
there won’t be any more excitements, The Garden is lost, but I have found
and I do love excitements so! The other HIM, and am content. He loves me as
night I couldn’t sleep for thinking well as he can; I love him with all the
about it. strength of my passionate nature, and
this, I think, is proper to my youth
At first I couldn’t make out what I and sex. If I ask myself why I love
was made for, but now I think it was him, I find I do not know, and do not
to search out the secrets of this really much care to know; so I suppose
wonderful world and be happy and that this kind of love is not a product
thank the Giver of it all for devising of reasoning and statistics, like one’s
it. I think there are many things to love for other reptiles and animals. I
learn yet--I hope so; and by think that this must be so. I love
economizing and not hurrying too fast certain birds because of their song; but
I think they will last weeks and weeks. I do not love Adam on account of his
I hope so. When you cast up a feather singing--no, it is not that; the more he
it sails away on the air and goes out of sings the more I do not get reconciled
sight; then you throw up a clod and it to it. Yet I ask him to sing, because I
doesn’t. It comes down, every time. I wish to learn to like everything he is
have tried it and tried it, and it is interested in. I am sure I can learn,
always so. I wonder why it is? Of because at first I could not stand it,
course it DOESN’T come down, but but now I can. It sours the milk, but
why should it SEEM to? I suppose it it doesn’t matter; I can get used to that
is an optical illusion. I mean, one of kind of milk.
them is. I don’t know which one. It

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