Full text of "Poèmes de Walt Whitman" Ursula K. Le Guin's Web Site King Arthur & The Knights of the Round Table | History, Legend and Everything in Between George Orwell: Politics and the English Language Most people who bother with the matter at all would admit that the English language is in a bad way, but it is generally assumed that we cannot by conscious action do anything about it. Our civilization is decadent and our language — so the argument runs — must inevitably share in the general collapse. It follows that any struggle against the abuse of language is a sentimental archaism, like preferring candles to electric light or hansom cabs to aeroplanes. Underneath this lies the half-conscious belief that language is a natural growth and not an instrument which we shape for our own purposes. Now, it is clear that the decline of a language must ultimately have political and economic causes: it is not due simply to the bad influence of this or that individual writer. These five passages have not been picked out because they are especially bad — I could have quoted far worse if I had chosen — but because they illustrate various of the mental vices from which we now suffer. 1. 2. 3. 4.
short stories at east of the web A game of Scrabble has serious consequences. - Length: 4 pages - Age Rating: PG - Genre: Crime, Humor A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger. - Length: 7 pages - Genre: Fiction, Humor ‘Bloody hell!’ - Genre: Humor Looking round he saw an old woman dragging a bucket across the floor and holding a mop. - Length: 3 pages Henry pours more coal onto the hearth as a gust of wind rattles through the cracked window frame. - Length: 14 pages - Genre: Horror ulissa Ye relished all the comfortable little routines and quietude defining her part-time job at The Bookery, downtown’s last small, locally-owned bookstore. - Length: 8 pages - Age Rating: U The forest looked ethereal in the light from the moon overhead. - Length: 15 pages - Age Rating: 18 Corporal Earnest Goodheart is crouched in a ditch on the edge of an orchard between Dunkirk and De Panne. - Genre: Fiction - Length: 20 pages
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King Arthur, the legend of Camelot Robert Louis Stevenson Website - RLS Website Quais du polar - Lire écrire Like every year, Quais du Polar will award the Agostino Prize for the best crime or detective fiction short-story. The 2013 competition has started. This year Quais du Polar will work in partnership with the Opéra de Lyon in tune with the Opéra’s Justice/Injustice Festival during which Claude, the opera based on Victor Hugo’s Claude Gueux – a short and vibrant plea against death penalty – will be performed for the first time. The Agostino Prize rewards the crime or detective fiction short-story which best epitomises the fight against injustice. If you want to apply, you can find more information under the ‘À l’année’ section. In 2012, Quais du Polar celebrated the USA. The 2012 Agostino Prize for best detective fiction short-story was awarded to Philippe Fauché’s Le Chandelier. The jury’s favourite prize was awarded to Bénédicte Blancsubé’s Lorsque vous lirez cette lettre.
Mosse Labyrinth | Kate's home page diary The Walrus & The Carpenter (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872) The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done-- "It's very rude of him," she said, "To come and spoil the fun!" The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead-- There were no birds to fly. The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand: "If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!" "If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year. "O Oysters, come and walk with us!" "But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, "Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!"
Ebooks libres et gratuits BÉCQUER, GUSTAVO-ADOLFO :Légendes espagnoles - Nouvelles - Contes Fantastique & SFCes contes fantastiques sont auréolés du surnaturel religieux romantique, auquel Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer apporta la touche de son lyrisme.«LES YEUX VERTS.Depuis longtemps je désirais écrire quelque chose sous ce titre.Aujourd'hui l'occasion se présente, je le mets en grandes lettres sur une feuille de papier, et aussitôt je laisse voler ma plume capricieuse.Je crois avoir vu des yeux pareils à ceux que j'ai peints dans cette légende. Est-ce en rêve ? je ne sais, mais je les ai vus. Je ne pourrai certes pas les décrire tels qu'ils étaient : lumineux, transparents, comme les gouttes de pluie qui glissent sur les feuilles des arbres, après un orage d'été.
Virago Press The Country of the Blind by H.G. Wells Three hundred miles and more from Chimborazo, one hundred from the snows of Cotopaxi, in the wildest wastes of Ecuador's Andes, there lies that mysterious mountain valley, cut off from all the world of men, the Country of the Blind. Long years ago that valley lay so far open to the world that men might come at last through frightful gorges and over an icy pass into its equable meadows, and thither indeed men came, a family or so of Peruvian half-breeds fleeing from the lust and tyranny of an evil Spanish ruler. Then came the stupendous outbreak of Mindobamba, when it was night in Quito for seventeen days, and the water was boiling at Yaguachi and all the fish floating dying even as far as Guayaquil; everywhere along the Pacific slopes there were land-slips and swift thawings and sudden floods, and one whole side of the old Arauca crest slipped and came down in thunder, and cut off the Country of the Blind for ever from the exploring feet of men. And the man who fell survived. "Sight?"