The Great Gatsby is a 1925 novel written by American author F. Scott Fitzgerald that follows a cast of characters living in the fictional town of West Egg on prosperous Long Island in the summer of 1922. The story primarily concerns the young and mysterious millionaire Jay Gatsby and his quixotic passion and obsession for the beautiful former debutante Daisy Buchanan. Considered to be Fitzgerald's magnum opus, The Great Gatsby explores themes of decadence, idealism, resistance to change, social upheaval, and excess, creating a portrait of the Jazz Age or the Roaring Twenties that has been described as a cautionary tale regarding the American Dream. Fitzgerald—inspired by the parties he had attended while visiting Long Island's north shore—began planning the novel in 1923, desiring to produce, in his words, "something new—something extraordinary and beautiful and simple and intricately patterned." Progress was slow, with Fitzgerald completing his first draft following a move to the French Riviera in 1924. The Great Gatsby received mixed reviews and sold poorly; in its first year, the book sold only 20,000 copies. Fitzgerald died in 1940, believing himself to be a failure and his work forgotten. However, the novel experienced a revival during World War II, and became a part of American high school curricula and numerous stage and film adaptations in the following decades. Today, The Great Gatsby is widely considered to be a literary classic and a contender for the title "Great American Novel". In 1998 the Modern Library editorial board voted it the 20th century's best American novel and second best English-language novel of the same time period.

William Elliot Griffis, was born in Philadelphia in 1843, author William Elliot Griffis was an extremely prolific author and published several books of fairy tales in the 1900's. An active minister in the United States in the 1800's, he worked in several churches in Boston and New York, before retiring from ministry in 1903 to write and lecture. His extensive bibliography includes works about Japanese culture and heritage, and he helped author Inazo Nitobe write the renowned Bushido: The Soul of Japan. As author and professor, his many trips to Europe, and especially the Netherlands, helped shape his appreciation of European cultures. Over the years, he would go on to publish collections of folklore from across the world, with titles such as Japanese Fairy World: Thirty-five Stories from the Wonderlore of Japan, The Firefly's Lovers and Other Fairy Tales of Old Japan, Belgian Fairy Tales, Swiss Fairy Tales, Welsh Fairy Tales, Korean Fairy Tales and Japanese Fairy Tales. Although he isn't as well known as Hans Christian Anderson, Griffis indeed contributed much to the world of folklore. He also received two Japanese orders (Order of the Rising Sun, Gold Rays with Neck Ribbon) and (Order of the Rising Sun, Gold Rays with Rosette). THE ENTANGLED MERMAIDLONG TIME AGO, in Dutch Fairy Land, there lived a young mermaid who was very proud of her good looks. She was one of a family of mere or lake folks dwelling not far from the sea. Her home was a great pool of water that was half salt and half fresh, for it lay around an island near the mouth of a river..

„Nu cunosc nici un alt roman american care s? prezinte cu mai mult? acurate?e adev?rata Americ?. [Babbitt] este un document social de prim rang.“ – H.L. Mencken, cronic? la apari?ia romanului, 1922 „Mi-a? dori s? fi scris eu Babbitt.“ – H.G. Wells „Babbitt este un om de afaceri modest, nu îndeajuns de important pentru a lupta cu institu?iile sacre c?rora americanul de rând ?i-a vândut sufletul ca s? se poat? bucura de pace ?i prosperitate. Înfrângerea sa, descris? cu for?a, admirabila în?elepciune ?i umorul unui mare scriitor, este înfrângerea unei întregi na?iuni. De aceea cartea a provocat o atât de profund? tulburare în America ?i a avut un succes atât de durabil. În spiritul acesta trebuie s? o citim dac? vrem s-o în?elegem ?i s? fim impresiona?i de ceea ce are ea s? ne transmit?.“ – Paul Morand „[Lewis ...] a administrat Statelor Unite un pumn drept în plexul solar, a imortalizat un personaj tipic american ?i a ad?ugat limbii noastre câteva cuvinte care au devenit moned? curent?.“ – The Times Clasici moderni Litera pune laolalt? scriitori moderni ale c?ror opere au devenit deja repere clasice. Cele mai importante, mai provocatoare, mai emo?ionante, mai revolu?ionare opere din ultimii 125 de ani – c?r?i care vor continua s? fie citite de la o genera?ie la alta.

Hercule Poirot pare c? ?i-a g?sit ?n sf?r?it un adversar pe m?sur?: un cartel criminal cu puteri nelimitate, decis s? cucereasc? ?ntreaga lume. Atunci c?nd un musafir nea?teptat ?i vorbe?te, ?nainte de a muri, despre ?cei patru mari“, Poirot nici nu b?nuie?te c? acesta este ?nceputul unei lupte ce ?l va pune ?n pericol de moarte pe prietenul s?u Hastings ?i chiar pe el ?nsu?i. O ?nmorm?ntare nea?teptat?, un frate geam?n despre care nu s-a mai pomenit ?i o veche prieten? a lui Poirot vor provoca o r?sturnare spectaculoas? de situa?ie...

Where is the harm? The truth is that the Folk Lore Society—made up of the most clever, learned, and beautiful men and women of the country—is fond of studying the history and geography of Fairy Land. This is contained in very old tales, such as country people tell, and savages:??'Little Sioux and little Crow,?Little frosty Eskimo.'??These people are thought to know most about fairyland and its inhabitants. But, in the Yellow Fairy Book, and the rest, are many tales by persons who are neither savages nor rustics, such as Madame D'Aulnoy and Herr Hans Christian Andersen. The Folk Lore Society, or its president, say that their tales are not so true as the rest, and should not be published with the rest. But we say that all the stories which are pleasant to read are quite true enough for us; so here they are, with pictures by Mr. Ford, and we do not think that either the pictures or the stories are likely to mislead children.

WHILE I was engaged in writing the following brief work, again and again the question arose in my mind, “Can I make subjects so deep and difficult really interesting and intelligible to the young? The importance of reading Old Testament types in the light thrown on them by the Gospel cannot, indeed, be overrated, especially in these perilous times; but can a child be taught thus to read them?” The attempt thus to teach is made in the following pages; and I would earnestly request parents and teachers not merely to place the little volume in the hands of children as a prettily-illustrated story-book, but to read it with them, prepared to answer questions and to solve difficulties. Sun-day books should supplement, not take the place of, oral instruction. A writer may give earnest thought and labor to the endeavor to make religious subjects interesting to the young; but what influence has the silent page compared with that of a father expressing his own settled convictions, or that of a mother who has the power to speak at once to the head and the heart? "YOU have no right to spoil my desk, you tiresome, mischievous boy!”“I’ve not spoilt it, Agnes; I’ve only ornamented it by carving that little pattern all round.”“I don’t call that carving, nor ornamenting neither!” cried Agnes, in an angry voice; “you’ve nicked it all round with your knife, you’ve spoilt my nice little desk, and I’ll”— What threat Agnes might have added remains unknown, for her sentence was broken by a violent fit of coughing, whoop after whoop—a fit partly brought on by her passion. “What is all this, my children?” asked Mrs. Temple, drawn into the room called the study by the noise of the quarrel between her son and her eldest daughter.Lucius, a boy more than twelve years of age, and there-fore a great deal too old to have made so foolish a use of his knife, stood with a vexed expression on his face, looking at his poor sister, who, in the violence of her distressing cough, had to grasp the table to keep herself from falling; Amy, her kind younger sister had run to support her; while Dora and little Elsie, who had both the same complaint, though in a milder form than their sister, coughed with her in chorus.."

“That’s awfully strange!” exclaimed Coppertop.??“If a Book of Travels can’t move about a bit, who can?”?“Not a bit,” replied the Book without turning round. “I must improve my circulation somehow! And if a book of travels can’t move about a bit, who can, I should like to know?”??“Come along,” cried Tibbs.?While Coppertop was wondering what reply to make, the Book reached out its hand and pulled the blind, which went up with such force that it twirled round and round the roller at the top.?“What a day for the first of December!” exclaimed the Book. “I’m going to look for something better,” and so saying, it sat on the floor and rapidly turned over its own pages, saying as it did so:??“North, South, East, West,?Weather’s never at its best.?India, Egypt, or Japan,?Give us better, if you can.”?Coppertop blinked at the book of travels, and then at the window, unable to believe her eyes.??It was daybreak, and RAINING HARD.?“Oh dear, oh dear, how dreadfully botherating!” she exclaimed, almost in tears.??“I simply must get a fine December day somehow. It will never do for ‘them’ to arrive on a soaking wet day like this. It’s all the fault of that stupid old clerk of the weather, he does get things so mixed up! Why, this is more like a horrid July day!”?“That’s what it is,” muttered the Book of Travels.

The moving was over and done. Professor St. Peter was alone in the dismantled house where he had lived ever since his marriage, where he had worked out his career and brought up his two daughters. It was almost as ugly as it is possible for a house to be; square, three stories in height, painted the colour of ashes—the front porch just too narrow for comfort, with a slanting floor and sagging steps. As he walked slowly about the empty, echoing rooms on that bright September morning, the Professor regarded thoughtfully the needless inconveniences he had put up with for so long; the stairs that were too steep, the halls that were too cramped, the awkward oak mantles with thick round posts crowned by bumptious wooden balls, over greentiled fire-places. Certain wobbly stair treads, certain creaky boards in the upstairs hall, had made him wince many times a day for twenty-odd years—and they still creaked and wobbled. He had a deft hand with tools, he could easily have fixed them, but there were always so many things to fix, and there was not time enough to go round. He went into the kitchen, where he had carpentered under a succession of cooks, went up to the bathroom on the second floor, where there was only a painted tin tub; the taps were so old that no plumber could ever screw them tight enough to stop the drip, the window could only be coaxed up and down by wriggling, and the doors of the linen closet didn't fit. He had sympa-thized with his daughters' dissatisfaction, though he could never quite agree with them that the bath should be the most attractive room in the house. He had spent the happiest years of his youth in a house at Versailles where it distinctly was not, and he had known many charming people who had no bath at all. However, as his wife said: "If your country has contributed one thing, at least, to civilization, why not have it?" Many a night, after blowing out his study lamp, he had leaped into that tub, clad in his pyjamas, to give it another coat of some one of the many paints that were advertised to behave like porcelain, and didn't.

ONCE upon time, there was a Cock. He tried to swallow it, and choked himself. He choked himself and stretched himself out, and there he lay, and couldn't even breathe.??* THE COCK AND THE BEAN.?* THE GOAT AND THE RAM.?* THE HUNGRY WOLF.?* THE PEASANT AND THE BEAR.?* THE DOG AND THE COCK.?* KING FROST.?* THE BEAR'S PAW.?* THE BEAR AND THE OLD MAN'S DAUGHTERS.?* THE STRAW OX.?* THE FOX AND THE BLACKBIRD.??And his mistress saw him, ran up to him, and asked: “Mr. Cock, what makes you lie there like that, so that you can't breathe?”

“The Blazing World”, is a Description of a New World, Called The Blazing-World, better known as The Blazing World, is a 1666 work of prose fiction by English writer Margaret Cavendish, the Duchess of Newcastle. It has been described as an early fore-runner of science fiction.??Here on this Figure Cast a Glance.?But so as if it were by Chance,?Your eyes not fixt, they must not Stay,?Since this like Shadowes to the Day?It only represent's; for Still,?Her Beauty's found beyond the Skill?Of the best Paynter, to Imbrace?These lovely Lines within her face.?View her Soul's Picture, Judgment, witt,?Then read those Lines which Shee hath writt,?By Phancy's Pencill drawne alone?Which Peces but Shee, can justly owne.??To The Duchesse of Newcastle, ?On Her New Blazing-World.??Our Elder World, with all their Skill and Arts,?Could but divide the World into three Parts:?Columbus, then for Navigation fam'd,?Found a new World, America 'tis nam'd;?Now this new World was found, it was not made,?Onely discovered, lying in Time's shade.?Then what are You, having no Chaos found?To make a World, or any such least ground??But your Creating Fancy, thought it fit?To make your World of Nothing, but pure Wit.?Your Blazing-World, beyond the Stars mounts higher,?Enlightens all with a C?lestial Fier.??William Newcastle.

The joyous, exhilarating call of the wilderness and the forest camp is surely and steadily penetrating through the barriers of brick, stone, and concrete; through the more or less artificial life of town and city; and the American girl is listening eagerly. It is awakening in her longings for free, wholesome, and adventurous outdoor life, for the innocent delights of nature-loving Thoreau and bird-loving Burroughs. Sturdy, independent, self-reliant, she is now demanding outdoor books that are genuine and filled with practical information; books that tell how to do worth-while things, that teach real woodcraft and are not adapted to the girl supposed to be afraid of a caterpillar or to shudder at sight of a harmless snake.??In answer to the demand, "On the Trail" has been written. The authors' deep desire is to help girls respond to this new, insistent call by pointing out to them the open trail. It is their hope and wish that their girl readers may seek the charm of the wild and may find the same happiness in the life of the open that the American boy has enjoyed since the first settler built his little cabin on the shores of the New World. To forward this object, the why and how, the where and when of things of camp and trail have been embodied in this book. Thanks are due to Edward Cave, president and editor of Recreation, for kindly allowing the use of some of his wild-life photographs.??Lina Beard, Adelia Belle Beard. ?Flushing, N. Y., March 16, 1915.??CHAPTER I??TRAILING?What the Outdoor World Can Do for Girls. How to Find the Trail and How to Keep It?There is a something in you, as in every one, every man, woman, girl, and boy, that requires the tonic life of the wild. You may not know it, many do not, but there is a part of your nature that only the wild can reach, satisfy, and develop. The much-housed, overheated, overdressed, and over-entertained life of most girls is artificial, and if one does not turn away from and leave it for a while, one also becomes greatly artificial and must go through life not knowing the joy, the strength, the poise that real outdoor life can give.??What is it about a true woodsman that instantly compels our re-spect, that sets him apart from the men who might be of his class in village or town and puts him in a class by himself, though he may be exteriorly rough and have little or no book education? The real Adirondack or the North Woods guide, alert, clean-limbed, clear-eyed, hard-muscled, bearing his pack-basket or duffel-bag on his back, doing all the hard work of the camp, never loses his poise or the simple dignity which he shares with all the things of the wild. It is bred in him, is a part of himself and the life he leads. He is as conscious of his superior knowledge of the woods as an astronomer is of his knowledge of the stars, and patiently tolerates the ignorance and awkwardness of the "tenderfoot" from the city. Only a keen sense of humor can make this toleration possible, for I have seen things done by a city-dweller at camp that would enrage a woodsman, unless the irresistibly funny side of it made him laugh his inward laugh that seldom reaches the surface....

Spionaj de anvergur? interna?ional? ?i o urm?rire spectaculoas? de la un cap?t la altul al Europei. La c?teva luni dup? ce a z?d?rnicit un atac terorist interna?ional, Jonathan Ransom, chirurg ?n cadrul organiza?iei Medici F?r? Frontiere, lucreaz? sub acoperire ?ntr-un col? ?ndep?rtat al Africii. So?ia sa, Emma, urm?rit? de serviciul secret american Divizia, din care f?cuse parte, se ascunde ?i ea. Cei doi sperau s? se ?nt?lneasc? ?n secret ?n Londra, dar un nou atac terorist le strica weekendul romantic. Emma dispare din nou, Jonathan devine suspectul principal ?i totul se transform? ?ntr-un adev?rat haos. Obligat s? fie mereu cu un pas ?naintea poli?iei ?i s? anticipeze totodat? mi?c?rile Emmei, ?n al c?rei trecut se vede nevoit s? sape tot mai ad?nc, Jonathan ?ncepe o curs? de-a lungul Europei, ?n care va descoperi c? nu este dec?t un pion ?ntr-un joc al spionajului interna?ional a c?rui miz? ?i complexitate dep??esc cu mult orice imagina?ie.

A love story in Los Angeles, New York and ?stanbul..? This is first book written as a hobby by Author.

Un roman din seria Inspectorul Gamache?“O viziune luminoas? asupra ?ncrederii ?i prieteniei, care ?i va ?nc?nta pe cititori.” - Kirkus ReviewCr?ciunul se apropie ?n Québec, este vremea ninsorilor de poveste, a luminilor feerice ?i a reuniunilor ?n jurul ?emineului. Nu ?i pentru inspectorul-?ef Armand Gamache. Mul?i dintre colegii de la Omucideri au plecat, vechiul lui prieten ?i locotenent Jean-Guy Beauvoir nu i-a mai vorbit de luni ?ntregi ?i for?e ostile se aliaz? ?mpotriva sa. C?nd prime?te de la Myrna Landers un mesaj despre dispari?ia unei vechi prietene care n-a mai ajuns ?n Three Pines pentru Cr?ciun, vede ocazia perfect? de a pleca din ora?. Intrigat de refuzul Myrnei de a dezv?lui numele prietenei sale, va descoperi c? femeia disp?rut? a fost c?ndva faimoas? ?n toat? lumea ?i acum aproape c? n-o mai remarc? nimeni, ?n afar? de geniul nebun al poeziei, Ruth Zardo.?Gamache este din ce ?n ce mai atras de lumea din Three Pines. Nu doar c? investigheaz? dispari?ia prietenei Myrnei, dar caut? ?i un loc sigur pentru sine ?i colegii care-i mai sunt ?nc? loiali.?Ce pre? va pl?ti Gamache pentru pacea mult dorit??“Extraordinar?.?Penny?a scris un magnific roman mystery care va impresiona nu doar mintea, ci ?i inima ?i sufletul cititorului.” - The Washington Post“O poveste despre crim? (contra naturii ?i regulilor sociale), corup?ie (personal? ?i politic?) ?i asasinat (real ?i metafizic). Speran?? ?i team?, bine ?i r?u, prietenie ?i tr?dare, iubire ?i ur?, inocen?? ?i corup?ie:?Penny?exploreaz? antagonismele care se g?sesc ?n fiecare dintre noi, dar ?i nevoia acestor conflicte, care ne creeaz? rezilien?a. Romanul despre moarte ?i degradare devine o carte despre via??: orice lucru stricat are o fisur?, pe acolo vine lumina.” - Huffington Post“Personajele complexe… intriga subtil construit?… magistral?… se demonteaz? cu delicate?e ?i inteligen??. ?nc? o dat?,?Penny?pune ?n echilibru, ?n mod impresionant, curajul personal ?i credin?a cu alegeri sf??ietoare ?i monstruozitatea diabolic?.” - Publishers Weekly Locul de unde vine lumina?a fost cartea anului 2013 ?n Washington Post, The Globe & Mail, Publishers Weekly, Goodreads ?i bestseller Barnes and Noble ?i amazon.com, fiind nominalizat? la premiul Gold Dagger pentru cel mai bun roman crime din Marea Britanie.?De aceea?i autoare, la Editura Trei a ap?rut?Lungul drum spre cas?. Un roman din seria Inspectorul Gamache?“O viziune luminoas? asupra ?ncrederii ?i prieteniei, care ?i va ?nc?nta pe cititori.” - Kirkus ReviewCr?ciunul se apropie ?n Québec, este vremea ninsorilor de poveste, a luminilor feerice ?i a reuniunilor ?n jurul ?emineului. Nu ?i pentru inspectorul-?ef Armand Gamache. Mul?i dintre colegii de la Omucideri au plecat, vechiul lui prieten ?i locotenent Jean-Guy Beauvoir nu i-a mai vorbit de luni ?ntregi ?i for?e ostile se aliaz? ?mpotriva sa. C?nd prime?te de la Myrna Landers un mesaj despre dispari?ia unei vechi prietene care n-a mai ajuns ?n Three Pines pentru Cr?ciun, vede ocazia perfect? de a pleca din ora?. Intrigat de refuzul Myrnei de a dezv?lui numele prietenei sale, va descoperi c? femeia disp?rut? a fost c?ndva faimoas? ?n toat? lumea ?i acum aproape c? n-o mai remarc? nimeni, ?n afar? de geniul nebun al poeziei, Ruth Zardo.?Gamache este din ce ?n ce mai atras de lumea din Three Pines. Nu doar c? investigheaz? dispari?ia prietenei Myrnei, dar caut? ?i un loc sigur pentru sine ?i colegii care-i mai sunt ?nc? loiali.?Ce pre? va pl?ti Gamache pentru pacea mult dorit??“Extraordinar?.?Penny?a scris un magnific roman mystery care va impresiona nu doar mintea, ci ?i inima ?i sufletul cititorului.” - The Washington Post“O poveste despre crim? (contra naturii ?i regulilor sociale), corup?ie (personal? ?i politic?) ?i asasinat (real ?i metafizic). Speran?? ?i team?, bine ?i r?u, prietenie ?i tr?dare, iubire ?i ur?, inocen?? ?i corup?ie:?Penny?exploreaz? antagonismele care se g?sesc ?n fiecare dintre noi, dar ?i nevoia acestor conflicte, care ne creeaz? rezilien?a. Romanul despre moarte ?i degradare devine o carte despre via??: orice lucru stricat are o fisur?, pe acolo vine lumina.” - Huffington Post“Personajele complexe… intriga subtil construit?… magistral?… se demonteaz? cu delicate?e ?i inteligen??. ?nc? o dat?,?Penny?pune ?n echilibru, ?n mod impresionant, curajul personal ?i credin?a cu alegeri sf??ietoare ?i monstruozitatea diabolic?.” - Publishers Weekly Locul de unde vine lumina?a fost cartea anului 2013 ?n Washington Post, The Globe & Mail, Publishers Weekly, Goodreads ?i bestseller Barnes and Noble ?i amazon.com, fiind nominalizat? la premiul Gold Dagger pentru cel mai bun roman crime din Marea Britanie.?De aceea?i autoare, la Editura Trei a ap?rut?Lungul drum spre cas?.

The tales in the Grey Fairy Book are derived from many countries: ”Lithuania, various parts of Africa, Germany, France, Greece, and other regions of the world. They have been translated and adapted by Mrs. Dent, Mrs. Lang, Miss Eleanor Sellar, Miss Blackley, and Miss Lang. 'The Three Sons of Hali' is from the last century 'Cabinet des Faces,' a very large collection. The French author may have had some Oriental original before him in parts; at all events he copied the Eastern method of putting tale within tale, like the Eastern balls of carved ivory. ??The stories, as usual, illustrate the method of popular fiction. A certain number of incidents are shaken into many varying combinations, like the fragments of coloured glass in the kaleidoscope. Probably the possible combinations, like possible musical combinations, are not unlimited in number, but children may be less sensitive in the matter of fairies than Mr. John Stuart Mill was as regards music.

„Romanele ?i povestirile lui Golding nu sunt numai parabole morale sobre ?i mituri întunecate despre for?ele distrug?toare ?i perfide ale r?ului, ci ?i istorii aventuroase, pline de farmec, ce pot fi citite ca atare, debordând de pl?cerea de a povesti, de inventivitate ?i suspans.“ – Comitetul Nobel „Compact ?i plin de vigoare… O poveste captivant?.“ – The New York Times Book Review „Golding a fost un scriitor […] cu o minunat? voca?ie epopeic?. [S-a priceput s? spun?] pove?ti originare, despre cum a înv??at omul s? vorbeasc?, despre izvoarele r?ului, despre straniile surse ale artei.“ – Malcom Bradbury Clasici moderni Litera pune laolalt? scriitori moderni ale c?ror opere au devenit deja repere clasice. Cele mai importante, mai provocatoare, mai emo?ionante, mai revolu?ionare opere din ultimii 125 de ani – c?r?i care vor continua s? fie citite de la o genera?ie la alta.

Caddeye d?ndü?ünde Reng?renk kafeler, restoranlar, giyim ma?azalar? s?ralan?p gidiyordu... Meydana do?ru bakt?: ?nsanlar rastgele bir oraya bir buraya savrulup duruyorlard?; ba?ka türlüsünü izah edemezdi ki, yoksa bu denli insan belli dü?ünce ve gayelerle bir yerlere gidiyor olamazlard?? Sanm?yordu; bunca dünya nas?l bir araya gelebilirdi; bir yan?ltma olmal?yd?; ?nünden ge?en bir bayan?n pe?ine tak?ld?; ger?e?i ??renmeliydi. Az sonra durdu; vazge?ti: ne yap?yordu? ??kmayal? uzun zaman oldu?unu hat?rlad?, yolunu de?i?tirdi. Yoruldu ve i?inde dayan?lmaz bir sigara i?me iste?ini hissetti, sonunda kafelerden birine oturmaya karar verdi. *** Garsona kahve s?ylerken o her zamanki kibirli, so?uk tavr?n? tak?nm?? ve tane tane konu?mu?tu. E?er garson “Efendim?, Anlayamad?m?” deseydi ya da s?ylenenleri teyit etmek i?in tekrar etmi? olsayd?; kahvesini i?meden kalkacakt?. Etraf?na bak?nd?; kimse onun varl???n? hissetmiyor gibi duruyordu. Rahat bir ?ekilde insanlar? izlemeye koyuldu; e?er onun gibi bir di?eri varsa g?z g?ze gelmeleri an meselesiydi. Genellikle pek ??kmazd? b?ylesi; buradakiler de sadece ya??yor gibi duruyordu; pek dikkat etmiyorlard?, her biri durmaks?z?n bir ?eyler anlatmaya devam ediyordu; ?o?unun sadece konu?mak i?in konu?tu?una bahse girerim; adeta dü?ünmemek i?in konu?uyorlar; zaman ge?irmek i?in. Sadece ya?amak istiyorlar art?k, ?ocuklu?unda kald? hayalleri hepsinin. Cevaplayamad?klar? ya da i?ine gelmeyen cevaplar bulduklar? kancalar i?in kurtulu?u olmayan bu ka???… ?yi bilirim o ?uursuz halleri; güzel bir kot, güzel bir t-shirt veya ba??n?n üstünde güne? g?zlükleri, kolunda ??k bir saat, renkli ayakkab?lar… Ve istisnas?z her insan?n akl?n?n bir k??esinde sürekli izlenme hissi... Hi? biri kendinde de?il; oysa yaln?z kald?klar?nda ?ylesine farkl?lar ki. Onlar da biliyorlar ki; yüzle?meyi erteledikleri tüm dü?ünceler bekliyor bir yerlerde kendilerini, bazen tedirginli?ini de ya??yorlar bu yüzle?menin; yine de umursam?yorlar. ?nsan denilen varl?k b?yleydi i?te; b?yle ya?ayabiliyordu bir tek… E?er herhangi bir sa?l?k sorunuyla veya k?tü bir olayla kar??la?sa bile, g?rdü?ü fark?ndal??a dayanam?yor ve ko?arak eski hayatlar?na d?nüyorlard?; hakl?yd?lar da ?ylece ya?ama dayanmak nerdeyse imk?ns?zd?. Eve do?ru y?neldi. Yorgun ve moralsizdi. Gece anlams?zca bir hayli ge? yatm??t?, sabah s?nav i?in erkenden kalkm??t?. S?nav? ne k?tü ge?mi?ti ne de iyi. Bu belirsizlik de can?n? s?k?yordu. ?yisi mi eve gidip biraz uyumal?yd?. Uyumak yar? ?lümdür derler ya; e?er bu denli rahatlat?yorsa yar? ?lüme, yani bunun tam olan?na bile raz?yd?…

Am terminat acum de citit superbul sfrit al romanului Portret al artistului la tineree i dac a ncerca s-i spun ct este de frumos, a izbucni ntr-o hiperbol stupid. [...] Cred c e o carte care va dura la fel ca operele scrise de Flaubert i Stendhal.“ (Ezra Pound) Joyce abandoneaz credina, dar nu i obsesia religioas. Prezena trecutului su catolic iese la suprafa n toate lucrrile sale, sub forma unei mitologii personale i cu o furie blasfematoare care trdeaz, n felul lor, permanena afectiv.“ (Umberto Eco) Portret al artistului la tineree este, de fapt, gestaia unui suflet.“ (Richard Ellmann) Admirabil... Joyce a scris ntr-o limb creat de el... a adus englezei o muzic nou.“ (Jorge Luis Borges)

The San Martin, a single-screw cargo steamer of 3050 tons, was on her way from Realejo to Tahiti. Built on the Clyde twenty years back, this Peruvian-owned tramp was no longer in her prime. Since passing out of the hands of her British owners, neglect had lessened her speed, while the addition of various deck-houses, to suit the requirements of the South American firm under whose house-flag she sailed, had not increased her steadiness.??Captain Antonio Perez, who was in command, was a short, thick-set man of almost pure Spanish descent, swarthy, greasy, and vain—combining all the characteristics, good, bad, and indifferent, of the South American skipper. As part owner of the San Martin he was glad of the opportunity of adding to the vessel's earnings, so he had willingly agreed to take five passengers as far as Tahiti.? The five passengers were Mr. McKay, his son Andrew, Terence Donaghue, Fanshaw Ellerton, and Quexo; but before relating the circumstances in which they found themselves on board the San Martin, it will be necessary to introduce them to our readers.

THE author of this work makes no pretense of originality in the telling of these stories of olden times. They have been gleaned from many sources, and are the common heritage of all who love to write them anew and hear them again. Only the words belong to the story teller; the story itself is as old as the race.??In the lapse of years and with the much telling of these stories there is no longer a line between fact and fiction. How much is true and how much is false does not matter; the story itself is the thing, and one need not worry whether it really happened or not. Much of it is palpable fiction, but much of it is true. Let us not be too critical of a story when it is a few hundred years old.??At any rate, the stories herein contained are a part of the great inheritance that the boys and girls of this day have received from the past, and to which they are entitled in all fullness and freedom. If the reading of them shall add anything to the enjoyment or to the information of those who are always young in heart because they always thrill at romance and adventure, the writer of these old time tales will be amply repaid.?LAWTON B. EVANS??1. JEROME AND THE LION?2. THE SAINT WHO STOOD ON A PILLAR?3. THE SCOURGE OF GOD?4. THE VANDAL HORDE?5. KING CLOVIS BECOMES A CHRISTIAN?6. A CAMEL DRIVER BECOMES A PROPHET?7. WHAT IT MEANT TO BE A KNIGHT?8. BERTHA WITH THE BIG FOOT?9. STORIES OF CHARLEMAGNE?10. CHARLEMAGNE AND THE MAGIC RING?11. CHARLEMAGNE AND THE ROBBER?12. ROLAND BECOMES A KNIGHT?13. THE DEATH OF ROLAND?14. HOW NORMANDY CAME BY ITS NAME?15. OLAF, THE BOY VIKING OF NORWAY?16. THE CID WINS HIS NAME?17. THE LAST DAYS OF THE CID?18. THE LORELEI?19. THE MOUSE TOWER?20. THE DEVIL'S LADDER?21. GERDA'S RIDE TO HER WEDDING?22. PETER THE HERMIT?23. THE WIVES OF WEINSBERG?24. THE MEETING OF KING RICHARD AND SALADIN?25. ADVENTURES OF RICHARD, THE LION HEART?26. THE PRINCE OF TRAVELERS?27. WILLIAM TELL, THE SWISS PATRIOT?28. EDWARD, THE BLACK PRINCE?29. BIG FERRE KEEPS THE FORT?30. THE LEGEND OF THE STRASSBURG CLOCK?31. THE BURGHERS OF GHENT REFUSE TO BE HANGED?32. THE SACRIFICE OF ARNOLD WINKELRIED?33. THE STORY OF JOAN OF ARC?34. BAYARD, THE KNIGHT WITHOUT FEAR AND WITHOUT REPROACH?35. THE FIELD OF THE CLOTH OF GOLD?36. DMITRI, THE PRETENDER?37. THE MAN WITH THE IRON MASK?38. STORIES OF PETER THE GREAT?39. MAZEPPA, THE CHIEF OF THE COSSACKS?40. THE CRIME OF CHARLOTTE CORDAY

All the other children who knew her thought Maggie a wonderfully fortunate little girl. She was sometimes spoken about as the "Little Princess of Tower Hill," for Tower Hill was the name of her father's place, and Maggie was his only child. ??The children in the village close by spoke of her with great respect, and looked at her with a good deal of longing and also no slight degree of envy, for while they had to run about in darned and shabby frocks, Maggie could wear the gayest and daintiest little dresses, and while they had to trudge sometimes even on little bare feet, Maggie could sit by her mother's side and be carried rapidly over the ground in a most delicious and luxurious carriage, or, better still, she might ride on her white pony Snowball, followed by a groom. The poor children envied Maggie, and admired her vastly, and the children of those people who, compared to Sir John Ascot, Maggie's father, might be considered neither rich nor poor, also thought her one of the most fortunate little girls in existence. Mag-gie was nearly eight years old, and from her very earliest days there had been a great fuss made about her. At the time of her birth bonfires had been lit, and oxen killed and roasted whole to be given away to the poor people, and Sir John and Lady Ascot did not seem at all disappointed at their baby being a girl instead of a son and heir to the old title and the fine old place. ??There was a most extraordinary fuss made over Maggie while she was a baby; her mother was never tired of visiting her grand nurseries and watching her as she lay asleep, or smiling at her and kissing her when she opened her big, bright blue eyes.