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Chapter 9 The floor of the stage consisted of smooth boards, at the sides was some painted cardboard representing trees, and at the back was a cloth stretched over boards. In the center of the stage sat some girls in red bodices and white skirts. One
I wanted to place my fingers against it. Ive always liked flesh the colour of rivers and rocks or like the brown eye of a Susan, do you know what that flower is? I am so tired, Kip, I want to sleep. I want to sleep under this tree, put my eye against
It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis Chapter 5 I know the Press only too well. Almost all editors hide away in spider-dens, men without thought of Family or Public Interest or the humble delights of jaunts out-of-doors, plotting how they can put ov
Animal Farm by George Orwell That gave the animals pause, and there was a hush. Muriel began to spell out the words. But Benjamin pushed her aside and in the midst of a deadly silence he read: 'Alfred Simmonds, Horse Slaughterer and Glue Boiler, Will
It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis Chapter 3 Doremus Jessup, editor and proprietor of the Daily Informer, the Bible of the conservative Vermont farmers up and down the Beulah Valley, was born in Fort Beulah in 1876, only son of an impecunious Uni
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley Chapter Fourteen THE Park Lane Hospital for the Dying was a sixty-story tower of primrose tiles. As the Savage stepped out of his taxicopter a convoy of gaily-coloured aerial hearses rose whirring from the roof and da
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley Chapter Eight - continued He opened the book at random. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love Over the nasty sty ... The strange words rolled through his
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway 5 In the morning I walked down the Boulevard to the Rue Soufflot for coffee and brioche. It was a fine morning. The horse-chestnut trees in the Luxembourg gardens were in bloom. There was the pleasant early-morn
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 3 - Part 3 The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men. The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably sober men and their highly indignant wives. The wives were sympathizing with each
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 7 - Part 2 You resemble the advertisement of the man, she went on innocently. You know the advertisement of the man All right, broke in Tom quickly, Im perfectly willing to go to town. Come onwere all g
Demian by Hermann Hesse 6) Jacob Wrestling It is impossible to recount briefly all that Pistorius the eccentric musician told me about Abraxas. Most important was that what I learned from him represented a further step on the road toward myself. At t
Demian by Hermann Hesse 5) The Bird Fights Its Way Out of the Egg My painted dream bird was on its way searching for my friend. In what seemed the strangest possible manner a reply reached me. In my classroom, on my desk, after a break between two le
The Turn of the Screw by Henry James III Her thus turning her back on me was fortunately not, for my just preoccupations, a snub that could check the growth of our mutual esteem. We met, after I had brought home little Miles, more intimately than eve
The Turn of the Screw by Henry James XX Just as in the churchyard with Miles, the whole thing was upon us. Much as I had made of the fact that this name had never once, between us, been sounded, the quick, smitten glare with which the childs face now
SIXTY-SIX Hasnt the fresh hay a strong scent! remarked Oblonsky, sitting up. Nothing will make me sleep. Vasenka is up to something out there. Dont you hear the laughter and his voice? Shant we go too? Lets! No, I am not going, answered Levin. Maybe
SIXTY-FIVE Now you go, and I will remain with the horses, he said. A sportsmans jealousy was beginning to torment Levin. He handed the reins to Veslovsky and went into the marsh. Laska, who had long been whining plaintively, as if complaining of the
EIGHTY-SEVEN Chapter 5 IN the slanting shadow of a pile of sacks heaped up on the platform, Vronsky, in a long overcoat, his hat pulled down low and his hands in his pockets, was walking up and down like an animal in a cage, turning sharply every twe