I love certain birds because of their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing—no, it is not that; the more he sings the more I do not get reconciled to it. Yet I ask him to sing, because I wish to learn to like everything he is interested in. I am sure I can learn, because at first I could not stand it, but now I can. It sours the milk, but it doesn’t matter; I can get used to that kind of milk.
I hope you are all familiar with Twain’s Extracts from Adam’s Diary and Eve’s Diary; in fact, I hope you are more familiar than I am, because I have only found out about the latter today. I look forward to reading the better part of it this evening.
