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Dvestotu godi?njicu Njego?evog ro?enja 2013. Knji?evna radionica Ra?i? obele?ila je objavljivanjem elektronske knjige pod naslovom Dela Njego?eva. Ova knjiga sadr?i obiman izbor Njego?evih najva?nijih dela: Gorski Vijenac, Lu?a mikrokozma, La?ni car ??epan Mali, Slobodijada, Glas kamen?taka, Pustinjak cetinski, Kula ?uri?i?a -- ?ardak Aleksi?a, Prozni zapisi, No? skuplja vijeka, te Izabrana pisma.

Che cos'è che lo rende un uomo di super successo? Che cosa gli ha permesso di trasformare un'idea in una mega-compagnia che ha cambiato il mondo?? Che cosa, in lui, puoi rivedere in te, e cosa ti manca? Che cosa potresti imparare da lui?Leggi, e scoprilo. Il bisogno di capire coloro che ci circondano e ce l'hanno fatta in modi che superano la nostra immaginazione è insito in tutti noi. Questo desiderio innato è guidato dal nostro bisogno profondo e fondamentale di trovare modi migliori che ci permettano di raggiungere i nostri obiettivi, comprendere i nostri sogni e superare le sfide che ci si presentano. Questo libro parla degli eventi di fondo nella vita di Jeff Bezos e dei modi in cui hanno influenzato la sua vita, del modo in cui ha reagito ad essi e li ha usati a suo vantaggio. Il libro non pretende di conoscere le fibre di cui è composto il suo cuore - nessun uomo può conoscerle. Ma quello che fa è mettere insieme eventi e vedere le ombre che proiettano. Tutto ciò affinché tu possa trovare dentro di te gli elementi che potrebbero essere il seme del tuo successo, della tua realizzazione e grandezza. La storia di Bezos traccia un percorso attraverso la sua vita da giovane e osserva le sue azioni e conquiste, decifrando l'esistenza del suo più grande successo - Amazon - in un modo che riflette il suo carattere, il suo intelletto e la sua educazione. La sua storia è diversa da quella di altre persone di successo nella storia. Il suo marchio di etica del lavoro è familiare ma differente. Non aspettare un altro minuto! Scorri verso l'alto e clicca il pulsante

ONE of the best things to be said of the stories in this volume is that, although they are not biographical, they are about real persons who actually lived and performed their parts in the great drama of the world's history. Some of these persons were more famous than others, yet all have left enduring "footprints on the sands of time" and their names will not cease to be remembered. ??In each of the stories there is a basis of truth and an ethical lesson which cannot fail to have a wholesome influence; and each possesses elements of interest which, it is believed, will go far towards proving the fallibility of the doctrine that children find delight only in tales of the imaginative and unreal. The fact that there are a few more than fifty famous people mentioned in the volume may be credited to the author's wish to give good measure.??SAVING THE BIRDS?ONE day in spring four men were riding on horseback along a country road. These men were lawyers, and they were going to the next town to attend court.?There had been a rain, and the ground was very soft. Water was dripping from the trees, and the grass was wet.?The four lawyers rode along, one behind another; for the pathway was narrow, and the mud on each side of it was deep. They rode slowly, and talked and laughed and were very jolly.?As they were passing through a grove of small trees, they heard a great fluttering over their heads and a feeble chirping in the grass by the roadside.? "Stith! stith! stith!" came from the leafy branches above them.?"Cheep! cheep! cheep!" came from the wet grass.?"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.?"Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose name was Hardin. "The storm has blown two of the little ones out of the nest. They are too young to fly, and the mother bird is making a great fuss about it."?"What a pity! They'll die down there in the grass," said the third lawyer, whose name I forget.?"Oh, well! They're nothing but birds," said Mr. Hardin. "Why should we bother?"? "Yes, why should we?" said Mr. Speed.?The three men, as they passed, looked down and saw the little birds fluttering in the cold, wet grass. They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.?Then they rode on, talking and laughing as before. In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds.?But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped. He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands.

When George Washington was a boy there was no United States. The land was here, just as it is now, stretching from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific; but nearly all of it was wild and unknown.??Between the Atlantic Ocean and the Allegheny Mo-untains there were thirteen colonies, or great settlements. The most of the people who lived in these colonies were English people, or the children of English people; and so the King of England made their laws and appointed their governors.??The newest of the colonies was Georgia, which was settled the year after George Washington was born.?The oldest colony was Virginia, which had been settled one hundred and twenty-five years. It was also the richest colony, and more people were living in it than in any other.??There were only two or three towns in Virginia at that time, and they were quite small.?Most of the people lived on farms or on big plantations, where they raised whatever they needed to eat. They also raised tobacco, which they sent to England to be sold.??The farms, or plantations, were often far apart, with stretches of thick woods between them. Nearly every one was close to a river, or some other large body of water; for there are many rivers in Virginia..

Michael Faraday (1791 –1867) was an English scientist who contributed to the fields of electromagnetism and electrochemistry. His main discoveries include those of electromagnetic induction, diamagnetism and electrolysis. Although Faraday received little formal education, he was one of the most influential scientists in history. It was by his research on the magnetic field around a conductor carrying a direct current that Faraday established the basis for the concept of the electromagnetic field in physics. Faraday also established that magnetism could affect rays of light and that there was an underlying relationship between the two phenomena. He similarly discovered the principle of electromagnetic induction, diamagnetism, and the laws of electrolysis. His inventions of electromagnetic rotary devices formed the foundation of electric motor technology, and it was largely due to his efforts that electricity became practical for use in technology. As a chemist, Faraday discovered benzene, investigated the clathrate hydrate of chlorine, invented an early form of the Bunsen burner and the system ofoxidation numbers, and popularised terminology such as anode, cathode, electrode, and ion. Faraday ultimately became the first and foremost Fullerian Professor of Chemistry at the Royal Institution of Great Britain, a life-time position.. Faraday was an excellent experimentalist who conveyed his ideas in clear and simple language; his mathematical abilities, however, did not extend as far as trigonometry or any but the simplest algebra. James Clerk Maxwell took the work of Faraday and others, and summarized it in a set of equations that is accepted as the basis of all modern theories of electromagnetic phenomena. On Faraday's uses of the lines of force, Maxwell wrote that they show Faraday "to have been in reality a mathematician of a very high order – one from whom the mathematicians of the future may derive valuable and fertile methods." The SI unit of capacitance is named in his honour: the farad. Albert Einstein kept a picture of Faraday on his study wall, alongside pictures of Isaac Newton and James Clerk Maxwell. Physicist Ernest Rutherford stated; "When we consider the magnitude and extent of his discoveries and their influence on the progress of science and of industry, there is no honour too great to pay to the memory of Faraday, one of the greatest scientific discoverers of all time". ABOUT AUTHOR: John Tyndall (1820 – 1893) was a prominent 19th-century Irish physicist. His initial scientific fame arose in the 1850s from his study of diamagnetism. Later he made discoveries in the realms of infrared radiation and the physical properties of air. Tyndall also published more than a dozen science books which brought state-of-the-art 19th century experimental physics to a wide audience. From 1853 to 1887 he was professor of physics at the Royal Institution of Great Britain in London. Tyndall was born in Leighlinbridge, County Carlow, Ireland. His father was a local police constable, descended from Gloucestershire emigrants who settled in southeast Ireland around 1670. Tyndall attended the local schools in County Carlow until his late teens, and was probably an assistant teacher near the end of his time there. Subjects learned at school notably included technical drawing and mathematics with some applications of those subjects to land surveying. He was hired as a draftsman by the Ordnance Survey of Ireland in his late teens in 1839, and moved to work for the Ordnance Survey for Great Britain in 1842. In the decade of the 1840s, a railroad-building boom was in progress, and Tyndall's land surveying experience was valuable and in demand by the railway companies. Between 1844 and 1847, he was lucratively employed in railway construction planning. In 1847 Tyndall opted to become a mathematics and surveying teacher at a boarding school (Queenwood College) in Hampshire. Recalling this decision later, he wrote: "the desire to grow intellectually did not forsake me; and, when railway work slackened, I accepted in 1847 a post as master in Queenwood College." Another recently arrived young teacher at Queenwood was Edward Frankland, who had previously worked as a chemical laboratory assistant for the British Geological Survey. Frankland and Tyndall became good friends. On the strength of Frankland's prior knowledge, they decided to go to Germany to further their education in science. Among other things, Frankland knew that certain German universities were ahead of any in Britain in expe-rimental chemistry and physics. (British universities were still focused on classics and mathematics and not laboratory science.)The pair moved to Germany in summer 1848 and enrolled at the University of Marburg, where Robert Bunsen was an influential teacher. Tyndall studied under Bunsen for two years.

Biografia sugereaz?, ?n chip aproape inevitabil, prin relatarea cronologic? a faptelor vie?ii acelui individ, ?ncep?nd de la na?tere ?i continu?nd cu experien?ele tr?ite pe parcursul anilor, c? evenimentele respective au avut o importan?? mai larg?, mai cuprinz?toare dec?t cele ale unui om oarecare, c? au contribuit, ?ntr-un fel sau altul, la scrierea istoriei acelor vremuri. ?n cazul lui Napoleon Bonaparte, merit? s? ne aplec?m ?i asupra mitologiei, ad?ug?nd-o impresiei generale, create de-a lungul deceniilor de nenum?ra?i istorici ?i biografi, conform c?reia ceea ce a contat ?n principal a fost omul ?nsu?i, viziunile ?i ambi?iile sale, ?i nu vremurile ?n care a tr?it ori circumstan?ele ?nt?lnite ?n cale. Pu?ine personaje istorice s-au bucurat de at?ta notorietate ?i de at?tea scrieri dedicate ?i pu?ine au fost descrise ?ntr-o manier? at?t de subiectiv?, prezent?nd ?ntrega istorie a epocii de parc? ar fi fost o reflectare a voin?ei ?i a dorin?ei de putere ?i de glorie a unui singur om. Din acest motiv poate c? ar fi mai ?n?elept ca, ?nainte de orice, s? ne oprim un pic ?i s? ?ncepem aceast? carte cu un soi de avertisment.

Al Doilea R?zboi Mondial nu va ajunge niciodat? s?-?i dezv?luie ?ntreaga groz?vie. ?n spatele faptelor de arme, al atrocit??ilor ?i al crimelor monstruoase comise ?mpotriva civililor se ascunde o alt? realitate. Aceea a miilor de femei sovietice trimise pe front ?mpotriva inamicului nazist. Svetlana Aleksievici ?i-a dedicat ?apte ani din via?? colect?rii m?rturiilor unor femei care, multe dintre ele, la momentul acela erau abia ie?ite din copil?rie. Dup? primele sentimente de euforie, asist?m la o schimbare radical? de ton, pe m?sur? ce ajungem la ?ncercarea fatal? a luptei, ?nso?it? de partea sa de ?ntreb?ri ?i de suferin??. Abandon?nd t?cerea ?n care ?i-au g?sit refugiul, aceste femei ?ndr?znesc, ?n sf?r?it, s? prezinte r?zboiul a?a cum l-au tr?it. ?Svetlana Aleksievici este unul dintre cei mai valoro?i scriitori ai vremurilor noastre. Proza ei nu este feminin?, ci aspr? precum r?zboiul […], dar, prin expresivitatea ei, devine artistic?, palpabil?, profund emo?ionant?.” – Vladimir Voinovici

Romanul e captivant, bine scris, n ciuda unor efuziuni retorice prea lungi pe alocuri, care puteau fi scurtate. Un text elaborat de ctre un crturar, cu lecturi din Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Jung sau Dostoievski fcute n profunzime, temeinic. n consecin, e un roman n care simbolurile apar la tot pasul, incifrate n text, n tehnica unui modernism hermeneutic care nu poate fi scos din ecuaie (…). Strict tehnic, ne aflm n faa unui Bildungsroman construit pe un scenariu clasic, de iniiere: tnrul Matei (toate numele sunt luate din Biblie…) interiorizeaz sfietor, dramatic moartea prematur a tatlui su, David, pierdut ntr-un accident de main pe Valea Oltului, se afl n conflict deschis cu mama sa, Riri, femeie pragmatic, dar intrat n faza unui deficit de cldura uman, mascat prin nervozitate, i i fixeaz ntreaga afeciune pe fiina compensativ a bunicului, Grig, mort i el spre sfritul romanului, i pe aceea a profesorului universitar Semion Ruda, stilat, elevat, aristorcatic, un concitadin de ocazie i tat-surogat, cruia, n cele din urm, protagonistul romanului i datoreaz relansarea intelectuala – viitor student n filosofie – i formarea literar, ca romancier, talentul compensativ al scrisului descoperindu-i-l oarecum fr premeditare sau ndemnuri din afar, ca pe o efervescen intern a propriei sale fiine. (tefan Borbély)Viaa cotidian este transferat n interioritate, iar tensiunile generatoare de suspans sunt direcionate ctre aceeai nevoie urgent de a deveni. Eroii Aurei Christi sunt fpturi aflate ntre lumi, ntre vrste, ntre maluri. (Irina Ciobotaru)Intenia vdit a autoarei este aceea de a explora personajele pn n adncul firii lor, astfel nct nu aciunea s stea n prim-plan, ci caracterele. (Bogdan Mihai Dasclu)

Aceasta nu este o arc? a salv?rii, a speran?ei, a regener?rii suflete?ti, nici locul ?n care personaje-kamikaze arunc? ?n jur ?n timpul sacrificiului lor, bun?tate, generozitate, bl?nde?e, ?n?elepciune, cump?tare. E o arc? simbolic?. Fictiv?, sau e chiar lumea noastr? condamnat? s? pluteasc? ?n deriv? pe un ocean sub care p?nde?te un tzunami apocaliptic? Da, ?ntr-adev?r, Breban nu neglijeaz? nici o specie, sunt toate conservate aici, e destul s? ?nl?turi dificila, fragila ?i totu?i rezistenta perdea ?esut? din mii de pagini de carte, ca s? descoperi o umanitate crud?, pe care mul?i dintre noi, dintre cititori sau autori avem tendin?a de a o evita, tendin?a de a o machia, de a-i face opera?ii estetice… Arca are capaciatatea de a re?nvia din cenu?a ?i de a ne propune o c?l?torie imaginar? spre o alt? dimensiune, ?ncerc?nd s?-i salveze deopotriv? pe credincio?i ?i pe atei, pe puternici ?i pe cei slabi, pe victime ?i pe c?l?i, pe mae?tri ?i pe discipoli, pe slugi ?i pe st?p?ni. Tu alegi de care parte vrei s? te afli, ?n afara arcei, pe arc? sau ?n structura ei intim? fragil? ?i totu?i rezistent?, capabil? s? te duc? spre cele mai insolite teritorii care ?nc? nu au fost inventate ?i pe care doar acul busolei lui Breban le indic? ?i le plaseaz? pe o hart? altfel inaccesibil?.

Edi?ia de fa?? o reproduce ?ntocmai pe cea din 1966 care a v?zut lumina tiparului la Editura pentru literatura ?i este menit? s? repun? – laolalt? cu alte titluri editate de noi – ?n circula?ie numele ?i opera unui mare profesor de filosofie ?i a unui important om de cultur? din perioada interbelice. Edi?ia este structurat? pe c?teva capitole, cum ar fi bun?oar? ?Amintiri din copil?rie ?i tinere?e“, ?Amintiri culturale, didactice ?i politice“, cuprinz?nd, ?ntre altele, ?i coresponden?a cu Titu Maiorescu, conferin?e ?i cursuri ?inute la Viena, Paris, Geneva, Praga, Oslo ?i Bruxelles. ?Petrovici a avut o via?? fracturat?. ?ntr-o vreme, a urcat n? pe Everestul performan?ei ?i al recunoa?terii publice, de unde, atunci c?nd istoria s-a virusat de o ideologie apocaliptic?, s-a pr?bu?it direct ?n groapa Marianelor, b?ntuit? de tot felul de silnicii ?i nes?buin?e. Mult? vreme s-a am?git cu in?elesul m?ng?ietor al filosofiei, a?a cum i-l h?r?zise cei vechi, dar s-a ?i ?nfiorat de mizeriile ei, atunci c?nd a v?zut-o dec?zut? ?n condi?ia de surogat ideologic. Oare trebuia, dup? ce a privit lumea prin sp?rtura pe?terii lui Platon, s-o p?ndeasc? ?i din spatele gra?iilor ?i ale z?voarelor trase? Vremurile noi, rascolnice, l-au g?sit total nepreg?tit. Glasul s?u, obi?nuit s? peroreze ?n aule universitare, ?n Camera, ?n Academie, ?n cadrul unor fastuoase reuniuni interna?ionale a fost, pentru multe decenii, obligat la t?cere.“ (Ionel Necula)

Un fast spectacol despre feminitate, moarte ?i alte teme eterne, ne ofer? de ast? dat? redutabilul eseist, istoric ?i critic literar Irina Petra?, despre care Marin Mincu scria c? este ?cel mai “b?rbat“ critic al nostru“. ?Demersul constituie o modalitate de a-?i apropia moartea, propria moarte, de a o studia sub lupa m?ritoare, de a o ?ine deliberat, zi de zi, ceas de ceas, al?turi, ?n imediata proximitate, pentru a te impulsiona s? fii c?t mai mult, c?t mai decis ?n spirit, pentru a te determina s? te investe?ti ?n toate cu ?ntreaga-?i fiin??, una dintre limitele c?reia e moartea-cea-cotidian?, pentru a te remodela, sim?ind atingerea botului mor?ii, pentru a recurge la travaliul dep??irii de sine prin crea?ie. A nu te obi?nui cu vecin?tatea mor?ii, obi?nuindu-te ?n acela?i timp, a realiza eficienta ei, adun?ndu-te, sporindu-?i eficien?a, a fi, ?n pofida con?tiin?ei tragice a finitudinii umane – iat? o piatr? de ?ncercare, iat? un examen major, la care au c?zut nu pu?ini. Cei ce-au rezistat constituie pentru Irina Petra? un fast obiect de studiu, care, fiind cercetat cu acribia unui colec?ionar, nelipsit de o redutabil? experien?? ?n domeniu, alc?tuiesc o galerie acoperit? cu oglinzi, ?n care, v?z?nd reflectat propriul univers, propriile spaime, frici, angoase, nelini?ti, autorul se supune, el ?nsu?i, din spirit de fair play, dar ?i dintr-un subtil, rafinat amestec de sado-masochism intelectual, unui examen: ?i va rezista co?ul pieptului? va ?ti sa r?spund?? dar s? reziste? Ei, mon?trii sacri… au rezistat, descriind modul ?n care se men?in pe muchia abisului, ?n care ?i-au v?zut propriul chip, contemplat de cineva…“ (Aura Christi)

Lidia Lazu semneaz? o poezie delicat-confesiv?, parcelat? pe momente distincte, cu o structur? de jurnal. De?i termenul structur? e oarecum inadecvat acestei materii de fr?gezimi ce se transcriu ca atare, f?r? grija unei osaturi, a unui tipar ce i-ar st?njeni fluiditatea, evanescent?. Fiin?a respir? neconstr?ns? de nimic, supus? doar clipei, ?nc?nta?iei tranzitoriului. A?tept?rile sale sunt naiv-fabuloase, ?n continuitatea unei copil?rii care nu s-a epuizat, care-?i tr?ie?te intens uimirile, dezvolt?ndu-le fin imaginativ... O atare autoscopie fantezista este rodul unei virtuozit??i a simplit??ii. Coeziunea textului se produce ?n jurul acestei neputin?e de a accepta ordinea pragmatic?, meschin?ria, ?n numele unei candori funciare. La polul opus criticismului luciferic, poeta se d?ruie lumii nu doar prin contempla?ie, ci ?i printr-un soi de automatism existen?ial, l?s?ndu-se ?n voia lui, sublim lipsit? de voin??. Ceea ce e o moral? a extazului. (Gheorghe Grigurcu)

La ora la care scriu aceste r?nduri, revista Contemporanul se apropie de aniversarea a 130 de ani de la fondare, si ne ?ntreb?m, cu to?ii, iar??i ?i iar??i, ce schimb?ri s-au produs ?n peisajul cultural, literar, social ?n ultimii 20 de ani? Ce viitor vor avea cultura, literatura rom?n? vie ?n contextul acestor schimb?ri? Cum ??i va reveni din criza actuala, mai grav?, mai dramatic? dec?t criza economic? propriu-zisa fiind, f?r? ?ndoiala, profunda criz? moral? de care este cuprins? societatea rom?neasc?? R?spunsurile formulate de participan?ii la anchet? – precum ?i celelalte articole, eseuri, reportaje etc. – cuprinse ?n acest supliment aniversar vizeaz? ?i aceste aspecte, greu de neglijat, din v?rtejul evenimentelor istorice, din acest dramatic prezent, rezist?nd, spre gloria na?iunii rom?ne, Excelen?a Sa, cultura, literatur? rom?n? vie. (Aura Christi)

Choking Back the Devil by Donna Lynch is an invocation, an ancient invitation that summons the darkness within and channels those lonely spirits looking for a host. It's a collection that lives in the realm of ghosts and family curses, witchcraft and urban legends, and if you're brave enough to peek behind the veil, the hauntings that permeate these pages will break seals and open doorways, cut throats and shatter mirrors. You see, these poems are small drownings, all those subtle suffocations that live in that place between our ribs that swells with panic, incubates fear. Lynch shows her readers that sometimes our shadow selves--our secrets--are our sharpest weapons, the knives that rip through flesh, suture pacts with demons, cut deals with entities looking for more than a homecoming, something better, more intimate than family. It's about the masks we wear and the reflections we choose not to look at, and what's most terrifying about the spells is these incantations show that we are the possessed, that we are our greatest monster, and if we look out of the corner of our eyes, sometimes--if we've damned ourselves enough--we can catch a glimpse of our own burnings, what monstrosities and mockeries we're to become. So cross yourselves and say your prayers. Because in this world, you are the witch and the hunter, the girl and the wolf. "Lynch mixes in childhood fables with waking nightmares, the result is electrifying; sometimes in a few razor sharp words; sometimes in longer numbered verses counting down the cycle of a damaged life. The silent cries of souls tormented to healthiness by pills and poultices, force fed by imperfect humans, echo in the silhouette of these poems. I smiled at the shadows unexpectedly delivered by her words, as will you."--Linda D. Addison, award-winning author of How to Recognize a Demon Has Become Your Friend and HWA Lifetime Achievement Award winner "This collection is not for the chronically disturbed, as fear is doled out in terse, potent portions. I got the shivers reading these unsettling poems."--Marge Simon, Bram Stoker Award winner, SFPA Grand Master Poet "Choking Back the Devil is unlike any other poetry collection you've ever read. Donna Lynch crafts beautifully terrifying worlds, packed with dense imagery and horrifying yet lush details. This collection will get your blood racing even as it breaks your heart." --Gwendolyn Kiste, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of The Rust Maidens "Some dark poets use their verse as a means to exorcise their demons. Lynch instead embraces her torment, nurtures it, and transforms it into equal parts hideous and heavenly. With a mix of wicked wit, carnal fury, and commentary that has sharpened its fangs to drain you until you're left with nothing but despair, Choking Back the Devil is essential sustenance for harrowed souls."--Chad Stroup, author of Secrets of the Weird and Sexy Leper

Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s?A Collection of Nightmares?is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.?? ?These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.?? ?Dream carefully.?? ?You’ve already made your bed.?? ?The nightmares you have now will not be kind.?? ?And you have no one to blame but yourself.

MORE than a thousand years have rolled away since a castle looked down cheerfully from a height amid the Franconian plains into the well-watered Kinzig Valley, with its pleasant villages and towns.?It belonged to the powerful Swabian duke Frederick of Hohenstaufen, whose young and valiant son loved this the best of all his father's proud castles, and often left his uncle's splendid palace to hunt in its forests, or to look down from its lofty oriel window on the blooming plain below.??His father and uncle indeed missed him sadly. His clear blue eye, and the cheerful expression of his noble countenance, seemed to the two grave and war-weary men so gladdening to look upon, that they were always unwilling to let him leave them.??But the young Frederick used to beg them so earnestly to grant him the freedom of the forest for just this once, that father and uncle smilingly granted him permission, though "this once" was often repeated..

Gerek aklara gerek insanlara yazmtm iirlerimi... Bana pis bir ucubeymiim gibi davranan ucubeye... nsan hi ucubeye iir yazar m demeyin! Benimki gerek bir ak hikayesiydi... yle sandm...Küüktüm.... Aldandm... Hani bize hep anlatlan kurbaa prens hikayesi var ya; Ben hep kurbaann prens olacan düünmütüm, ama nereden bilebilirdim prensimin kurbaa kacan... Kurbaamn da yok olacan... Bu kitabm benim gibi kurbaay prens zanneden gen kzlara, incinmi aldatlm tüm kadnlara, terk edilmi aklara ve ak ararken insann nasl ac ektiini, her eyini kaybetmiliini anlamak isteyen ak hrszlarna gelsin... ve tüm iir dostlarna.... Ben küük bir kzdm, ok incindim... Lütfen siz incinmeyin ve sizi kimsenin incitmesine izin vermeyin... UCUBEYE... Bugün tam on iki sene oldu gidiinin ardndan.. Uzun uzun yolunu gzleyiimle, hala bana bunu nasl yapt deyiimle geen on iki sene... On iki senedir hi grmedim seni... Belki yüzünü bile unuttum; zaten sesini hi hatrlamyorum. Karma ksan tanmam bile. Sadece benden aldn ak, güven, huzur, mutluluk duygularn bulmaya alyorum. Yalnzlm iimde gibi büyürken braktn korkularla adm atmaya ekindim her ak araymda... Ve yllarca yazdm sen bilmesen de sana...