The place was perfect—Paradise.
The time? Well, time was endless and had little meaning for us.
My beloved Adam was the hero. God, the Eternal, moved with decisiveness and devotion among us while the serpent slithered satanically round the tree, waiting his chance. My name is Eve and this is my story.
I had everything, but I craved more, and in my frenzy to obtain it I stirred up a storm of events—a whirlwind that gripped me, shook me lifeless, and dashed me down in a strange and wicked land. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me go back and tell it as it was in the beginning.
O Fairest of Creation, last and best
Of all God’s works, creature in whom excelled
Whatever can to sight or thought be formed …
It’s true that I never viewed creation with the crisp curiosity of a little girl or the rose-colored vision of a young maiden. Yet I think no one ever cried “Hello, world!” with quite the same wonder and delight as I.
The first thing I knew I was standing in front of a huge, handsome creature who regarded me with such a mixture of amazement and appetite that even for that brief moment in which I didn’t know what sort of thing I was I knew I was something special.
“O Lord God,” Adam exclaimed, “this is finally what I want!” He grabbed hold of me as though he would never let me go. “This is bone of my bone. This is flesh of my flesh. I will call her she-man, for she is part of my body.” He said the word wo-man and with a sort of reverence, and hugged me close.
Then, awed by his own exuberance, he set me apart, and we stood quietly devouring the line and substance of each other so intensely that it seemed neither of the two of us would ever be ...1
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