The Bohemian GirlThe transcontinental express swung along the windings of theSand River Valley, and in the rear seat of the observation car ayoung man sat greatly at his ease, not in the least discomfited bythe fierce sunlight which beat in upon his brown face and neck andstrong back. There was a look of relaxation and of great passivityabout his broad shoulders, which seemed almost too heavy until hestood up and squared them. He wore a pale flannel shirt and a bluesilk necktie with loose ends. His trousers were wide and belted at...
THE IDLE THOUGHTSOFAN IDLE FELLOW.by JEROME K. JEROME.NEW YORK:A. L. BURT, PUBLISHER.TOTHE VERY DEAR AND WELL-BELOVEDFRIENDOF MY PROSPEROUS AND EVIL DAYSTO THE FRIENDWHO, THOUGH IN THE EARLY STAGES OF OUR ACQUAINTANCESHIPDID OFTTIMES DISAGREE WITH ME, HAS SINCEBECOME TO BE MY VERY WARMEST COMRADETO THE FRIENDWHO, HOWEVER OFTEN I MAY PUT HIM OUT, NEVER (NOW)UPSETS ME IN REVENGETO THE FRIENDWHO, TREATED WITH MARKED COOLNESS BY ALL THE FEMALEMEMBERS OF MY HOUSEHOLD, AND REGARDED WITH SUSPICIONBY MY VERY DOG, NEVERTHELESS SEEMS DAY BY...
SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE GREEK INTERPRETERby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleDuring my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock HolmesI had never heard him refer to his relations, and hardly ever to hisown early life. This reticence upon his part had increased thesomewhat inhuman effect which he produced upon me, until sometimes Ifound myself regarding him as an isolated phenomenon, a brainwithout a heart, as deficient in human sympathy as he was preeminentin intelligence. His aversion to women and his disinclination to...
Samuel Brohl & Companyby Victor CherbuliezCHAPTER IWere the events of this nether sphere governed by the calculus of probabilities, Count Abel Larinski and Mlle. Antoinette Moriaz would almost unquestionably have arrived at the end of their respective careers without ever having met. Count Larinski lived in Vienna, Austria; Mlle. Moriaz never had been farther from Paris than Cormeilles, where she went every spring to remain throughout the fine weather. Neither at Cormeilles nor at Paris had she ever heard of Count Larinski; and he, on his part, was wholly unaware of the existence of Mlle. Mor
Madame BovaryBy Gustave FlaubertTranslated from the French by Eleanor Marx-AvelingTo Marie-Antoine-Jules SenardMember of the Paris Bar, Ex-President of the National Assembly,and Former Minister of the InteriorDear and Illustrious Friend,Permit me to inscribe your name at the head of this book, andabove its dedication; for it is to you, before all, that I oweits publication. Reading over your magnificent defence, my workhas acquired for myself, as it were, an unexpected authority.Accept, then, here, the homage of my gratitude, which, how greatsoever it is, will never attain the height of your
Anthology of Massachusetts Poetsby William Stanley Braithwaite (editor)CONTENTSHOME BOUNDJOSEPH AUSLANDERAMERICA THE BEAUTIFULKATHERINE LEE BATESYELLOW CLOVERKATHERINE LEE BATESTHE RETURNINGSYLVESTER BAXTERTWO MOODS FROM THE HILLERNEST BENSHIMOLA BANQUETERNEST BENSHIMOLSONGGEORGE CABOT LODGETHE WORLDSMARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON BIANCHITHE RIOTGAMALIEL BRADFORDHUNGERGAMALIEL BRADFORDEXIT GODGAMALIEL BRADFORDROUSSEAU...
370 BCPARMENIDESby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettPARMENIDESPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: CEPHALUS; ADEIMANTUS; GLAUCON; ANTIPHON;PYTHODORUS; SOCRATES; ZENO; PARMENIDES; ARISTOTELES. Cephalusrehearses a dialogue which is supposed to have been narrated in hispresence by Antiphon, the half-brother of Adeimantus and Glaucon, tocertain Clazomenians.We had come from our home at Clazomenae to Athens, and met...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENWHAT ONE CAN INVENTby Hans Christian AndersenThere was once a young man who was studying to be a poet. Hewanted to become one by Easter, and to marry, and to live by poetry.To write poems, he knew, only consists in being able to inventsomething; but he could not invent anything. He had been born toolate- everything had been taken up before he came into the world,and everything had been written and told about."Happy people who were born a thousand years ago!" said he. "It...
THE SCARLET LETTERby Nathaniel HawthorneINTRODUCTORYTHE CUSTOM-HOUSE.INTRODUCTORY TO "THE SCARLET LETTER".IT is a little remarkable, that- though disinclined to talk overmuchof myself and my affairs at the fireside, and to my personalfriends- an autobiographical impulse should twice in my life havetaken possession of me, in addressing the public. The first time wasthree or four years since, when I favoured the reader- inexcusably,and for no earthly reason, that either the indulgent reader or the...
The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysThe Rhythm of Life andOther Essays1- Page 2-The Rhythm of Life and Other EssaysTHE RHYTHM OF LIFEIf life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical. Periodicity rulesover the mental experience of man, according to the path of the orbit of histhoughts. Distances are not gauged, ellipses not measured, velocities notascertained, times not known. Nevertheless, the recurrence is sure. What...
Sheby H. Ryder HaggardCHAPTER IMY VISITORTHERE are some events of which each circumstance andsurrounding detail seems to be graven on the memory insuch fashion that we cannot forget it, and so it iswith the scene that I am about to describe. It risesas clearly before my mind at this moment as though ithad happened yesterday.It was in this very month something over twenty yearsago that I, Ludwig Horace Holly, was sitting one nightin my rooms at Cambridge, grinding away at somemathematical work, I forget what. I was to go up for...
RAPUNZELONCE upon a time there lived a man and his wife who were veryunhappy because they had no children. These good peoplehad a little window at the back of their house, which looked intothe most lovely garden, full of all manner of beautiful flowers andvegetables; but the garden was surrounded by a high wall, and noone dared to enter it, for it belonged to a witch of great power, whowas feared by the whole world. One day the woman stood at thewindow overlooking the garden, and saw there a bed full of thefinest rampion: the leaves looked so fresh and green that she longed...
South Sea Talesby Jack LondonCONTENTSThe House of MapuhiThe Whale ToothMauki"Yah! Yah! Yah!"The HeathenThe Terrible SolomonsThe Inevitable White ManThe Seed of McCoyTHE HOUSE OF MAPUHIDespite the heavy clumsiness of her lines, the Aorai handled easily in thelight breeze, and her captain ran her well in before he hove to just outsidethe suck of the surf. The atoll of Hikueru lay low on the water, a circle ofpounded coral sand a hundred yards wide, twenty miles in circumference, and...
Chronicles of the Canongateby Sir Walter ScottCONTENTS.Introduction to Chronicles of the Canongate. Appendix to IntroductionThe Theatrical Fund Dinner. IntroductoryMr. Chrystal Croftangry. The Highland Widow. The Two Drovers. Notes.INTRODUCTION TO CHRONICLES OF THE CANONGATE.The preceding volume of this Collection concluded the last of the pieces originally published under the NOMINIS UMBRA of The Author of Waverley; and the circumstances which rendered it impossible for the writer to continue longer in the possession of his incognito were communicated in 1827, in the Introduction t
THE FIRST WRITING-MACHINESFrom My Unpublished AutobiographySome days ago a correspondent sent in an old typewritten sheet,faded by age, containing the following letter over the signatureof Mark Twain:"Hartford, March 10, 1875."Please do not use my name in any way. Please do not even divulgethat fact that I own a machine. I have entirely stopped usingthe typewriter, for the reason that I never could write a letterwith it to anybody without receiving a request by return mail that Iwould not only describe the machine, but state what progress I had...
THE DISCOVERY OF GUIANATHE DISCOVERY OFGUIANABy Sir Walter Raleigh1- Page 2-THE DISCOVERY OF GUIANAINTRODUCTORY NOTESir Walter Raleigh may be taken as the great typical figure of the ageof Elizabeth. Courtier and statesman, soldier and sailor, scientist and manof letters, he engaged in almost all the main lines of public activity in histime, and was distinguished in them all....