there was once a king's son, no one had so many beautiful books as he. in them he could read of everything that had ever happened in this world, and he could see it all pictured in fine illustrations. he could find out about every race of people and every country, but there was not a single word about where to find the garden of paradise, and this, just this, was the very thing that he thought most about.

when he was still very young and was about to start his schooling, his grandmother had told him that each flower in the garden of paradise was made of the sweetest cake, and that the pistils were bottles full of finest wine. on one sort of flower, she told, history was written, on another geography, or multiplication tables, so that one only had to eat cake to know one's lesson, and the more one ate, the more history, geography, or arithmetic one would know.

at the time he believed her, but when the boy grew older and more learned and much wiser, he knew that the glories of the garden of paradise must be of a very different sort.

"oh, why did eve have to pick fruit from the tree of knowledge, and why did adam eat what was forbidden him? now if it had only been i, that would never have happened, and sin would never have come into the world." he said it then, and when he was seventeen he said it still. the garden of paradise was always in his thoughts.

he went walking in the woods one day. he walked alone, for this was his favorite amusement. evening came on, the clouds gathered, and the rain poured down as if the sky were all one big floodgate from which the water plunged. it was as dark as it would be at night in the deepest well. he kept slipping on the wet grass, and tripping over the stones that stuck out of the rocky soil. everything was soaking wet, and at length the poor prince didn't have a dry stitch to his back. he had to scramble over great boulders where the water trickled from the wet moss. he had almost fainted, when he heard a strange puffing and saw a huge cave ahead of him. it was brightly lit, for inside the cave burned a fire so large that it could have roasted a stag. and this was actually being done. a magnificent deer, antlers and all, had been stuck on a spit, and was being slowly turned between the rough-hewn trunks of two pine trees. an elderly woman, so burly and strong that she might have been taken for a man in disguise, sat by the fire and threw log after log upon it.

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作文地带知识拓展:

• 英语（English）属于印欧语系日耳曼语族西日耳曼语支，最早被中世纪的英国使用，并因其广阔的殖民地而成为世界使用面积最广的语言。英国人的祖先盎格鲁部落是后来迁移到大不列颠岛地区的日耳曼部落之一，称为英格兰。这两个名字都来自波罗地海半岛的Anglia。该语言与弗里斯兰语和下撒克森语密切相关，其词汇受到其他日耳曼语族语言的影响，尤其是北欧语（北日耳曼语），并在很大程度上由拉丁文和法文撰写。