Eve's Diary - Mark Twain

"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 deocrations 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. 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 matters, but I already begin to realize that the core and center of my nature is love of the beautiful, a passion for the beautiful, and that it would not be safe to trust me with a moon that belonged to another person and that person didn't know I had it. I could give up a moon that I found in the daytime, because I should be afraid some one was looking; but if I found it in the dark, I am sure I should find some kind of an excuse for not saying anything about it. For I do love moons, they are so pretty and so romantic. I wish I had five or six; I would never go to bed; I should never get tired lying on the moss-bank and looking up at them."

Sunday night I read Eve's Diary by Mark Twain again.


I love to think of Eve falling in love with the moon and then not understand when the moon disappears for a while. I also love the idea of Eve writing a diary.