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.

From “The Diaries of Adam and Eve” By Mark Twain

Mark Twain expresses how Eve must have felt when she lost the Garden of Eden. Notice how he repeats words conferring the sentences a poetic rhythm: “It was beautiful, surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful … If I ask myself why I love him, I find I do not know, and do not really much care to know.” The author uses a sweet and vibrant prose to teach us an important lesson: when everything seems to be lost, we still have our love for one another.

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