Now the choice has narrowed between two pots... one has a clear  miel  which comes from the flowers of Eden; eat it, and hear the voices of the animals before they were given names. Chose the other pot, and you'll just be sent  maison , told to come back tomorrow. But, next  jour , if you do have the nerve to return, noone will be there, the pots will be gone, and all you'll see are wagon wheel marks in the mud, heading in every direction.     J'ai envoyé par aéroplane et par bateau à contre-courant de la retraite, pour arriver à la tombe d'Ezra, le portier du Jardin d'Eden.