I was angry and frightened, and I was scared. I knew what I had done. The whole night is my fault. None of this would have happened if I didn’t drink.
Imagination seems to be a glory and a misery, a blessing and a curse. Adam, to his sorrow, lacked it. Eve, to her sorrow, possessed it. Had both been blessed - or cursed - with it, there would have been much keener competition for the apple.