THE SERPENT. I had not thought of that. That is a great thought. Yes: there is no such thing as nothing, only things we cannot see. The chameleon eats the air. EVE. I have another thought: I must tell it to Adam. [_Calling_] Adam! Adam! Coo-ee! ADAM'S VOICE. Coo-ee! EVE. This will please him, and cure his fits of melancholy. THE SERPENT. Do not tell him yet. I have not told you the great secret. EVE. What more is there to tell? It is I who have to do the miracle. THE SERPENT. No: he, too, must desire and will. But he must give his desire and his will to you. EVE. How? THE SERPENT. That is the great secret. Hush! he is coming. ADAM [_returning_] Is there another voice in the garden besides our voices and the Voice? I heard a new voice. EVE [_rising and running to him_] Only think, Adam! Our snake has learnt to speak by listening to us. ADAM [_delighted_] Is it so? [_He goes past her to the stone, and fondles the serpent_]. THE SERPENT [_responding affectionately_] It is so, dear Adam. EVE. But I have more wonderful news than that. Adam: we need not live for ever. ADAM [_dropping the snake's head in his excitement_] What! Eve: do not play with me about this. If only there may be an end some day, and yet no end! If only I can be relieved of the horror of having to endure myself for ever! If only the care of this terrible garden may pass on to some other gardener! If only the sentinel set by the Voice can be relieved! If only the rest and sleep that enable me to bear it from day to day could grow after many days into an eternal rest, an eternal sleep, then I could face my days, however long they may last. Only, there must be some end, some end: I am not strong enough to bear eternity. THE SERPENT. You need not live to see another summer; and yet there shall be no end. ADAM. That cannot be. THE SERPENT. It can be. EVE. It shall be. THE SERPENT. It is. Kill me; and you will find another snake in the garden tomorrow. You will find more snakes than there are fingers on your hands. EVE. I will make other Adams, other Eves. ADAM. I tell you you must not make up stories about this. It cannot happen. THE SERPENT. I can remember when you were yourself a thing that could not happen. Yet you are. ADAM [_struck_] That must be true. [_He sits down on the stone_]. THE SERPENT. I will tell Eve the secret; and she will tell it to you. ADAM. The secret! [_He turns quickly towards the serpent, and in doing so puts his foot on something sharp_]. Oh! EVE. What is it? ADAM [_rubbing his foot_] A thistle. And there, next to it, a briar. And nettles, too! I am tired of pulling these things up to keep the garden pleasant for us for ever. THE SERPENT. They do not grow very fast. They will not overrun the whole garden for a long time: not until you have laid down your burden and gone to sleep for ever. Why should you trouble yourself? Let the new Adams clear a place for themselves.