I just heard these two hilarious tales by Mark Twain:
2. Eve’s Diary
What did Adam really think of Eve? And what did Eve think of Adam? What exactly happened when they ate the forbidden fruit? Did they ever get along with each other? All is revealed in Extracts from Adam’s Diary and Eve’s Diary which were discovered and translated by eminent Archeologists.
These classic pieces were written in the year 1904. 1904! I’m just amazed how relevant these texts still are inspite of being written over a Century ago.
I heard these tales at my oft-recommended Classic Tales Podcast. The site seems down now, but it may be up by the time you get this email. If you rush you may be able to download these stories. These audio tales don’t stay on the Classic Tales for long. After a couple of weeks, B J Harrisson has the tales removed and up for sale at Audible.com. It’s best to subscribe to the Classic Tales Podcast using iTunes which will automatically download the new stories as they become available, hence ensuring that you have an archive of all these wonderful classic stories for free. Thereby whenever you’re on a long drive to the airport or are in the mood for some light hearing, select the story that tickles your fancy on your ipod and listen away. That’s what I do.
Here’s an excerpt from Adam’s Diary. Enjoy!
MONDAY.–This new creature with the long hair is a good deal in the way. It is always hanging around and following me about. I don’t like this; I am not used to company. I wish it would stay with the other animals…. Cloudy today, wind in the east; think we shall have rain…. WE? Where did I get that word– the new creature uses it.
SATURDAY.–The new creature eats too much fruit. We are going to run short, most likely. “We” again–that is ITS word; mine, too, now, from hearing it so much. Good deal of fog this morning. I do not go out in the fog myself. This new creature does. It goes out in all weathers, and stumps right in with its muddy feet. And talks. It used to be so pleasant and quiet here.
The cute picture has taken without permission, courtesy: Coromandal