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The House of Spirits - Isabel Allende

[...]
Barrabas came by sea in the family, noted the small Clara with her delicate calligraphy. Already then he used to write the important things and later, when he was mute, he also wrote the trivialities, never suspecting that fifty years later, his books I would serve to redeem the memory of the past, and to survive on my same terror. The day came Barrabas was Holy Thursday. He was in a filthy cage, covered with his own excrement and urine of its own, with a bewildered look miserable and helpless prisoner, but you already guessed - the regal bearing of her head and the size of its skeleton - the legendary giant who would become. That was a boring day and autumn, which in no way foreshadowed the events that the child wrote that they might be and remember that happened during the making of the twelve in the parish of San Sebastian, which assisted with the whole family.
In a sign of mourning, the saints were covered with purple cloth, which took away the Beguine each year from the dust of the cabinet in the sacristy, and, under the shroud, the court of heaven looked like a pile of furniture in anticipation of moving, without candles, incense or the groans of the organ could oppose this effect pitiful. Threatening dark masses stood in place of the holy life-size, with their faces all the same expression cooled, their elaborate wigs hair died, their jewels, their pearls, their emerald colored glass and their clothes by noble Florence. The only grief was the favorite patron saint, San Sebastian, because in the Holy Week the faithful were spared the spectacle of his body contorted in an indecent position, pierced by half a dozen arrows, dripping with blood and tears like a suffering homosexual , whose wounds miraculously fresh by Father Restrepo's brush with, made us tremble with disgust Clara.
That was a long week of penitence and fasting [...].

And at that moment, as he recalled years later, Nivea, in the midst of anxiety and silence, there was a very clear voice of little Clara.
- Pst! Father Restrepo! If the story of hell was all a lie, we just screwed ...
The index finger of the Jesuit, who had remained in the air to indicate new tortures, remained suspended like a lightning rod above his head. People stopped breathing and those who stood with his head hanging it up again. The spouses of the Valley were the first to react on hearing that they invaded the panic, and seeing that their children freaked nervous. Severus knew that had to do something before it exploded, the collective laughter or some cataclysm was unleashed heavenly. He took his wife by the arm and Clara by the neck and came out dragging a large strides, followed by the other children in the group rushed toward the door. They managed to escape before the priest had been able to rely on lightning that transforms them into pillars of salt, but the threshold heard her terrible voice of the archangel offended.
- possessed! Possessed superb! [...]


From "The House of the Spirits, Isabel Allende, Universale Economica Feltrinelli Ed, 1997, pp.11-12; 16.

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FRANKENSTEIN - Mary Shelley


[...] "My heart was beating fast: it was time test, which would have confirmed my hopes or fears as to my body. The servants had gone to a fair nearby. All was silent in and around the house, was an excellent opportunity, but while I was going to execute my plan, my legs were not and I fell to the ground. I got up again, and, gathering all the strength of will I could muster, removed the planks which I had placed on the front of the shed to hide my refuge. The fresh air revived me, and with renewed determination I approached the door of the house.
"I knocked." Who, "asked the old man." Revenue. "
" Join. "Forgive the intrusion," I said, "I am a traveler who needs a little 'rest, and I would do a great kindness if I permetteste to stay for a few minutes before the fire."
"" Come, "said De Lacey," and I will try to meet and exceed your needs, but unfortunately, my children are not at home, and I'm blind, so I'm afraid that I will be hard to get some food. "
" "Do not worry , my good host. I have food; is one of warmth and rest I need. "
" I sat down, and there was a brief silence. I knew that every minute was precious, but I was unsure how to begin the conversation, when the old man turned.
"" From the way you speak, stranger, I suppose you are my countryman: Are you French? "
" "No, but I was educated by a French family, and I only speak the language. I am going to apply for protection of some friends who I love sincerely and in whose favor I have some hope. "
"" I'm German? "
" "No, I'm French. But change the subject. I am a lonely and unhappy: I look around, and I have the world or a friend or a relative. Benign from which these people I'm going I have never seen and know little of me. I am full of fears, because if I fail with them, I will always be an outcast in the world. "
" "Do not despair. Being without friends is really unfortunate, but the hearts of men, when it is taken by obvious self-interest, is full of charity and brotherly love.
Trust your hopes so, and if these friends are good and kind, do not despair. "
"" They are friendly - they are the best creatures of this world, but unfortunately are prejudiced against me. I am of good character, and my life so far has been without fault and, in some way beneficial, but a fatal injury sail their eyes, and while they should see a friend sincere and kind, they see only a detestable monster. "
" "This is really a shame, but if you are really blameless, can not open their eyes?"
"" I'm going to do, and that is why I feel so full of fear. I love those friends dearly, and for many months, every day, without revealing, I did them the kindness, but believe that I want to hurt them, and I wish to dispel this prejudice. "
" "Where do they live these friends?"
"" Near here. "
" The old man paused, then continued: "If you want to confide fully the details of your story, maybe I can be useful in the Enlightenment. I'm blind and I can not judge you by your appearance, but there is something in your words that makes me believe that you are sincere. I am poor and in exile, but give me real pleasure to be somewhat helpful to a human creature. "
" "Super Man! I thank you and accept your generous offer. You raised me from the dust with your goodness, it is I am confident that with your help I will not be driven by the company and affection of your fellow man. "
"What heaven forbid! even if you were really a criminal, because this could only lead to despair, and does not lead to virtue. I am unlucky: I and my family even though we were convicted innocent judged so if I do not feel compassion for your misfortunes. "
" "How can I thank you, my excellent and only benefactor? E 'from your lips I feel for the first time words of kindness towards me, I shall be grateful forever, and that your sense of humanity assures me of success with those friends I am going to meet. "
"" I know the names of these friends and where they live? "
" I paused. This, I thought, was the decisive moment, which was to me or to deprive me of happiness always. In vain I struggled to stay calm and respond in a firm voice, but the effort deprived me of all the energy I had left, I gave up on a chair, and burst into sobs. At that moment I heard the steps of my younger protectors. I had no time to lose, I grabbed the hand of the old man, and shouted: "This is the time! Save me and protect me! You and your family are the friends you seek. Do not abandon me at the time of the test!"
"" Great heavens, "said the old" who are you? "
" At that moment the door of the shed opened, and Felix, Safie, and Agatha entered. Who can describe their horror and dismay when they saw me? Agatha fainted, and Safie, unable to rescue her friend and ran out. Felix darted forward and grabbed me with superhuman strength from the knees of his father who kept hugging, and in a fit of rage threw me to the ground and struck me violently with a stick. I could do it in pieces, like the lion ravening the antelope. But the heart failed me as a violent illness, and I refrained. I saw it was about to strike again, when, overcome by sorrow and grief, and I left the house without anyone noticing, in the general confusion, I took refuge in my shed ."[...]

From "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley, Ed Oscar Mondadori, 1982, pp. 147-149.

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WRATH - John Steinbeck


[...] My father turned to his brother. 'Do you feel your review. Got something to the contrary? "
" No, "said Uncle John," but it's like to do things in secret. My grandfather would not be happy. "
" Do not we asked about, "said Father." We must get to California before we run out of money. "
Tom interjected:" It seems that the government is interested in more dead than the living. Able to dig up a corpse, if it finds a tomb outside the cemetery, and performs an investigation to find out how he died. I propose to leave a written note in a bottle, close to his grandfather, to explain who he is, how he died, and because we have buried them. "
Father nodded approval to the proposal." Good idea. Written with beautiful calligraphy. There is also the advantage that you feel less alone, knowing that his name is there with him, and not a stranger any abandoned under land. There is no one else has to say something? "
Nobody said anything. My father looked at his mother." I'll make you my grandfather? "
" Yes, of course, "replied the mother," but who thinks about dinner? "
"I think," suggested Sairy Wilson, "do not worry, I think with the help of your big girl."
"Thank you, thank you," Mother said. "Noah takes the barrels and takes out a bit 'meat. It will not be completely still salty, but still good to eat. "
" And we still have half sack of potatoes, "said Sairy.
The mother told the father:" Give me two half dollars. "My father fumbled in his pocket and gave her two silver coins. She went to the truck, found the bowl, filled it with water and went under the tent. It was almost dark in there. Sairy reached her, lit a candle, stuck standing on the box-table and went out again. The mother stood a moment looking at the face of the dead. Then, seized with compassion, tore a strip from the edge of her apron and used them to shut the jaw of the corpse. The spread his legs and folded his arms crossed on his chest. The closed his eyes and rested on each one of the silver coins. The buttoned his shirt and washed his face.
Sairy returning wondered if she needed anything. The mother looked at her and said, "Come inside, I am pleased to speak with you."
Sairy said: "Much good little woman, your Ruth. Peel the potatoes which is a pleasure to see you. You need help?"
"I wanted to wash everything, but things did not clean parts. I'm sorry for your rug. Can not raise a pool away from the smell of death. I remember we had a dog that even two years after the death of my mother, did not want to make a nest on the mattress where he died. You should leave this blanket to wrap my grandfather, I'll give you another. n'ho a Ce to take. "
"Do not talk like that. We are pleased to have been able to help you. It 'been so long since I felt so good, s'ha constant need of help one another."
'It is true, "agreed his mother. He looked the dead, with his jaw bandaged and his eyes gleamed silver in the candlelight. "It does not seem natural," he said, "is why I want to wrap the blanket."
"My grandmother took it pretty well."
"Yes, it's so old, that maybe is not fully accountable. But it is also pride for who has shown courage. My father always said anyone who is good for collapse, only the strong standing in the shot. "
He was wrapping the blanket around his legs and shoulders of his grandfather and the folded edge of a corner on the face-to-mo 'hood. Sairy handed her a dozen pins, safety pins to secure the edges of the blanket carefully. At last he rose and said: "It will be a decent funeral, under the circumstances. We have a preacher, and the whole family together." He stumbled suddenly and had to lean on the shoulder of Sairy. "It is not weakness," he said, he felt almost ashamed of himself, "is sleep. He has not slept all night, because the preparations."
"Come out in the open."
"Yes, I'm done here."
Sairy blew out the candle and the two women came out.

From "Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck, Ed Bompiani The Great Pocket, 2000, pp. 155-157.

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Stories - Roald Dahl


[...] In fact, the amount of meat that she had put up the day before was extraordinary. The small sunken chest with all the ribs out was now swollen and round as a barrel, and also the beautiful belly was swollen. Strangely, however, arms and legs seemed to grow proportionately. Always short and skinny, looked like Sticks protruding from a ball of fat.

"Look!" said Albert. "He's putting a little 'of hair on the belly, to keep warm!" He reached out and was about to touch the tip of a finger down the light, soft, of a yellow-brown, which had suddenly appeared on the girl's tummy.
" not touch it! " cried the mother. She turned towards him, sending flashes from the eyes, suddenly, with his neck stretched toward him, looked like a small bird in the act of pugnacious attack him and peck at the eyes, cavarglieli.

"Wait a minute," he said, drawing back.
"You must be crazy!"
"One moment, Mabel, a moment, please, because if you still think that stuff is dangerous ... That 's what you're thinking, right? All right. So is' to hear. Now I'll show a once and for all, Mabel, that royal jelly is absolutely harmless to humans, even in huge doses. For example: Why do you think last year reduced the production of honey has run half the usual? Next, the ' , why? " Two or three

steps back him away from her, and now felt more at ease.
"The reason why last summer we only had half of the production of honey," he was saying meanwhile, lowering his voice, "is just this: I have one hundred of my hives for the production of royal jelly."
" What did you do? "
"Ah!" he hissed. "I knew you'd be stunned. And I did it right under your nose." The eyes never leave her and a semblance of a smile was pursing the corners of the mouth.
"You'll never guess why I did it," he said. "I was afraid to talk because I thought it might be ... '... more or less embarrassed."

He made a short pause. He kept his fingers crossed on the chest and a hand rubbed against each other, raising a slight rub.
"Remember what I read in the magazine? That article on mice? Let's see, how did he say? 'Still Burdett and found that a hitherto male mice unable to procreate
...'" He hesitated, his smile was widening, putting to show the teeth.

"Are you, Mabel? Did you catch me?"
She was silent again, still motionless, there in front of him.

"The first time I read that sentence, Mabel, I jumped in his chair and said to myself: If it worked with a crappy mouse, I said, there is reason why the world should not work with Albert Taylor. "
He paused again, sticking his head forward and turning his ear toward his wife, waiting for him to say something.
But she was silent.

" It is a 'else, Mabel. It made me feel very good now, a real marvel, Mabel, believe me. So different from what it was before I went on to take even after you gave me the good news. Secchi whole "I have brought, buckets and buckets I have jotted down in the past twelve months."

eyes wide and frightened his wife are now slowly moving on the face and throat of her husband. I could not see a patch of skin naked, not even on the sides, under ears. All of my throat, until the party disappeared into the collar of his shirt was completely covered with these yellow-brown short hair as soft as silk, even behind the neck.

"And look," he went on to say, glancing affectionately at his daughter, "what about a little girl would work better than on a grown man like me. After all, just look at it, do not you?"

Slowly, the eyes of a woman dying down and stopped on the child. He was lying naked on the table, fat and white, in almost comatose state, like a giant bee larva is as close to the end of its larval period and is ready to take flight in the world, complete with mandibles and wings.

"Why not cover it, Mabel? You do not want to take a chill to our queen, right?"

From "Stories" by Roald Dahl, Ed Longanesi, 2009, pp. 116-118.

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American Gods - Neil Gaiman


[...] "You know who you are," he said. "You all know. Some of you have no reason to love me but, with or without love, I know the same."
Among the people sitting on benches ran a buzz, a little hustle.
"I've been here before you. Like you I believed it was possible to get away with what was there. Not enough to be happy, however, enough to get by."
"Maybe this is now no longer possible. There's a storm coming and it is not a storm unleashed on us. "He stopped
. He stepped forward and folded his arms across his chest.
" Coming to America people has brought with him. Led me, Thor and Loki, Anansi and the God-Leone, leprechauns, goblins, and banshees, Kubera and Frau Holle and Astaroth, and have brought you. We arrived here traveling in their minds, and we have taken root. We traveled with the settlers, across oceans, to new lands.
"This land is boundless. Soon our people has abandoned us, remember us only as creatures of the country of origin, creatures who believes he has brought to the new world. Our people are dead or have stopped to believe in us, and we were left alone, lost, frightened and dispossessed, to get away with what little faith and reverence that we could find. And to survive as best we could.
"And so we did, we survived keeping us at the margins without attracting attention.
" Let's face it, we carry a very little influence. They looted, robbed them and survive, put off, there prostituiamo and drink too much work at gas stations and steal and cheat and live in the cracks at the margins of society.
old gods, in this new land without gods. "

Wednesday paused to watch his listeners one by one with the severity of a statesman. They were staring at him impassive, impenetrable faces as masks. Wednesday cleared his throat and spat into the fire with violence. The flames roar revived with illuminating the interior of the house.
"Now, as you have got to discover for themselves the new gods are being born in America that grow above nodes of faith: the gods of credit card and highways, the Internet and the telephone, radio and hospital and television, made of plastic, ring tones and neon. Gods full of pride, and foolish creatures fat, bloated because they are new and important.
"They are aware of our existence, they fear us and hate us, 'said Odin." There err, if you believe that it is not. There destroy, if you let it. It 's time for us to join forces. It 's time to act. "

The woman with the red sari walked toward the glow of the fire. On the front was a small dark blue gem. He said:" You made us come here to hear this talk nonsense?. "Then he snorted . snort
One that was both amused and irritated.
Wednesday looked at her frown. "I asked you to come here, it's true. But this conversation a sense they do, Mama-ji. Even a child would notice. "
" I would be a girl, then? "The waved a finger at." I was already old, in Kalighat, before you were conceived, foolish old man. I would be a girl, eh? All right, are, because in your crazy talk there's nothing to understand. "

Another moment of double vision: Shadow saw the old lady, her face wrinkled with wrinkles and dark disapproval, but behind her he also saw something huge , a naked woman and a black leather jacket as new, lips and tongue red as arterial blood. Around his neck he wore a necklace of skulls, and in his hands he held numerous knives, and swords, and severed heads.

"Do not call me baby, Mama-ji," he said Wednesday in a conciliatory tone. "But it seems clear ..."
"The only thing clear," replied the old woman pointing a finger (and behind her, or through or above, a dark finger with sharp claws echoed the movement) "is your lust for glory. In this country we have long lived in peace. Some of us are doing better than others, it is true. I I manage well. In India There is my incarnation that is not going much better, but so goes the world. I'm not jealous. I saw the new born and die. " He dropped his arm down the side. Shadow saw the others looking on, with different expressions - friendly, fun, self-conscious - in the eyes. "You loved the railroad, less than a blink of an eye ago. And now the gods of iron are gone by the wayside like the prospectors of emeralds ..."
"comes down to it, Mama-ji," he said Wednesday. [...]
[...]

The restaurant was a ten minute drive. Wednesday had told everyone that evening were guests and had arranged transport to the restaurant for those who had come without means.
Shadow wondered how they did to get there, first of all, without their own transport and how they would leave, but chose to say nothing. It seemed the smartest thing to do.
His car was full of guests on the seat next to her had taken place the woman with the red sari. Behind were two men, the stocky young man with the strange air of which Shadow had not grabbed the name, which still sounded like Elvis, and another man in a dark suit that Shadow could not remember.
had been standing beside him as he opened the door, had they opened and closed, and yet he could not remember anything. He turned to look at him, carefully osservandon face, hair, clothes, doing everything to make sure you recognize it, if he had met again, and when he looked ahead to start immediately discovered that the 'man had slipped out of his memories. Had left an impression of wealth, nothing more.
I'm tired, she thought. He glanced to his right, the Indian woman. He noticed a silver necklace with small skulls that adorned her neck, bracelet charm with severed heads and hands that rattled such as bells, when it moved, the blue jewel on his forehead. Smelled of spices, cardamom and nutmeg, and flowers. His hair was salt and pepper and when he realized that he was looking at her and smiled.
"Call me Mama-ji," he said.
"I am Shadow, Mama-ji."
"And what do you think of the plans of your employer, Mr. Shadow?"
slowed to let a big black van exceeded by spraying them with mud. "I do not do requests, he does not give explanations."
"If you want my opinion, I think you're trying to make a big departure from the scene. He wants to blow up in a halo of glory. That's what he wants. And we are old enough or stupid enough, to tell him so, at least some of us. "
" My job is not to ask questions, Mama-ji, "said Shadow. The interior of the machine's silvery laugh rang the woman.
The man in the back seat - not the strange-looking young , the other - said something, and the Shadow said, but after a moment for anything in the world could remember what they said.

[...] From "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman, Ed Little Biblioteca Oscar Mondadori, 2006, pp. 129-131, 133-134.

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[...]
"Now teach me to arm the traps ..." asked Finger, When the summer stopped suddenly, the parrot Green already passed, with clamor chirped, it was so beautiful before.
finger did not have the courage to say no. But the trap was not as it should, we also tried finger, looked serious, only Uncle Terez it was capable of. Throughout, his uncle was away Terez.
returned the uncle Tereza, Miguilim talked. "The sanhaço chirping like a flute ... It seems that learn to play ..." "What is the flute, Terez uncle?" Flute was like a flute, an instrument, looked better in the peep sanhaço great at that ioioioim ... Uncle Terez was not to make one for him, bamboo, straw Papaya? But then, of course he had forgotten, that no one ever had time, almost no one, all had to work.

Tomezinho finger and ran, on the patio, each with a piece of the pole, had horses who were given even the name. "Playing, Miguilim!" Playing hide and seek. The Chica Drelina and playing, dogs barking in different ways. Gig ão as if he could play well. Miguilim ran, he felt a pain on one side. Stopped, no longer had the courage to breathe. Did not want to break away from the site - where the pain go away. So at any moment, just a principle of pain, which was, rested - then in an instant, could not even lay in discouraging him, and walk away? He was wrong. But he did not mean anything, he knew it, and you score.

Now was ethical. So, should die, really, the medicine of Mr. Deogratias nothing helped.
"Dito, what day is today?"
So, had to die, you had that thought as if it were a person great? He raised his hands, tapping his eyes. The trouble was that one had to try to think only of the things that had to do, but it was his head that he thought for their own account - which presented itself was all sorts of bad ideas that that could happen! Better stories. The father of Mr. Soande vivo human history pharmacist, Soande. That one day, thought to have arrived at the right point, able to sail straight to heaven, liens, and then dispose of everything he had, he said goodbye to everyone, and he climbed a tree in the early morning, said:
"Beautiful, beautiful, that I want in heaven ..." and let go, to fly, tumble up there, it did much evil on earth. "Serves them right!" Granny commented Izidra. "Those who think they deserve the sky, the devil always ends up at home !..." Grandma Izindra criticized all.

From "Miguilim", by João Guimarães Rosa, Ed Universale Economica Feltrinelli, 1999, pp. 49-50

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The Day After Tomorrow - Allan Folsom

[...]
Kanarack had looked up from the water that swirled around him. He was breathing better, arms and legs were regaining sensitivity. The syringe was still in the hands of Osborn. Kanarack thought that perhaps he was still a possibility. Osborn then swung around the head, as if something had caught him by surprise. Kanarck followed the direction of his gaze. A tall man with a raincoat and hat, was coming down towards them. He was carrying something. He raised his arm.

A second later, they heard a sound as if a dozen peaks were put to work simultaneously on a tree. The water began to boil. Osborn felt something penetrate into the thigh, and fell. The water still seething. Osborn tried to get up and saw the man with his hat into the River. The thing in his hand continued to issue its dry winds.

Osborn dived and began to swim. Muffled sounds, like bullets, he received from above. Under water, the low afternoon light faded completely. He did not know which direction was following. Something hit him, clung to her body. Then the current caught hold of him. The thing came off, was dragged away. Osborn's lungs were about to burst because of the lack of air, but the strength of current dragged him down at the riverbed. Again, it collided with him, and Osborn realized to be caught. He stretched his arms, tried to escape. The object was massive
looked like a tree trunk covered with moss, and would not come off. His lungs were about to implode. He had absolutely breath, ignore the thing that was attacked, and do the impossible to the surface. He kicked with all his strength, he struck back with his arms and jumped up.

A moment later, his head emerged on the surface. Gasping, Paul filled your lungs with air. It was moving at a remarkable speed. Could hardly a glimpse of the river, to his right. Turning his head, he saw the headlights of cars on the road that ran behind him, and he knew he was in the middle of the river, driven by eddy current of the Seine.

rise to the surface, he freed himself of what caught his body, or at least believed it, because now he was free. The current had begun to drag him away when he suddenly went back to hitting the thing. He turned and saw a dark object which had a tuft of grass at the end closest to him. He tried to push him away. A hand emerged on the surface and clung to the arm. With a cry of horror, Osborn attempted to escape. But the hand hold was firm. Then he discovered that what had taken was not made for grass grass: it was hair. In the distance, he heard a rumble of thunder. The rain became torrential. Osborn squirmed and tried to pull those fingers from his arm. The thing spins, remained afloat turned on its side. Screaming, he tried to drive away but it did not move. When a flash burst, Osborn found himself staring at a bloody eye, hideously wounded by fragments of teeth. On the other side of the face there was no eye, only a mass of bloody flesh. A moment later, it jumped up and groaned. Then his hand, bit by bit, broke away from the arm of Osborn, and the remnants of Henri Kanarack was dragged away by the current.

From "The Day After Tomorrow" by Allan Folsom, Ed.TEA, 2001, pp. 142-143.

Ap Biology Lab 8 Answer 6

Dubliners - James Joyce

[...]
"Thank you, Mary."
Mary said then that he brought something special for Mom and Dad, something that surely would have liked, and began to look for the plum. He rummaged in her bag of Downes and then into the pockets of the raincoat, and finally sull'attaccapanni, but could not find it anywhere. He then asked the children if any of them had eaten - by mistake, of course - but all the kids said no and took on the air if he did not like the sweets were to be accused of stealing them.
Each proposed his own solution to the mystery and Mrs. Donnelly said Maria would have surely forgotten by tram. Maria, remembering how he had confused the gentleman in front of grayish mustache, flushed with a mixture of shame, anger and disappointment.
at the thought of having lost his little surprise and throwing anything for two shillings and four pence, I almost burst into tears.
But Joe said it did not matter and made her sit by the fireplace. With her was very kind. He told her how things were in his office and repeated a better answer he gave to his principal.
Maria could not understand why Joe found time to laugh in this answer, but said it must be difficult to get along with an authoritarian like his master. Joe said that to get to know the right way was not a bad, indeed it was a good person as long as you have not annoyed. Mrs. Donnelly began playing the piano for the children and they danced and sang. Then the two daughters of nearby began to distribute the nuts.
But no one could find the nutcrackers and little Joe this is not angered, that he began to ask around as it did Mary to crush nuts without a nutcracker.
But Mary said she did not like the nuts and not had to worry about her.
Then Joe asked if compensation would have liked a bottle of beer and Mrs. Donnelly said that, if you prefer, they also bring home. Maria then said that he did not need anything but Joe insisted.

from "Dubliners" by James Joyce, Ed Universale Economica Feltrinelli CLASSICS, 1998, pp. 94-95.

Sore Knee Snowboarding

THE Aspern Papers - Henry James


[...] While the flowers continued to arrive I had never thanked, but had departed from his habit to send me to call as soon as she began to fear that they could not get more . I noticed, remembered as rapacious propensities had shown when it came to extort money, and I rejoiced in the depths of the happy idea that I had had in suspending the tax. He had missed and wanted to make concessions to retrieve it. At the first sign of such concessions could not meet her.
"I fear that ultimately did not take that many, but will resume soon - tomorrow evening."
"Oh, a bit mandatecene 'tonight!" said Miss Tita, as if it were a case of immense importance.
"What else should you do with it? Is not a manly style, transform your room into a bower," observed the old.
"I turned my room into a bower, but I love excessively grow them, observe their life. There is nothing unmanly in that: it was the fun of philosophers, statesmen have retired, I think even the great captains."
"I suppose you know that can be sold - the ones you do not need - continued Miss Bordereau -. I dare say that you would pay them a lot, but it would still be a bargain. "
" Oh, I have no business ever made, as you should know. It 's my gardener has, and I do not do requests. "
" But I'd do it some, I assure you, "said Miss Bordereau, and it was the first time I heard her laugh. I could not get used to' idea that what is most excited by the divine Juliana had this vision of a pecuniary profit.
"Come into the garden to pick them up yourself, and come as often as you want, and come every day. I'm all for you, "incalzai, addressing myself to Miss Tita and facilitating the way for such a true statement with treating it as an innocent joke. "I do not see why not", I added, for use by Miss Bordereau.
"Are you having her come, you should come to pick her up - said the old woman, to my amazement -. The strange thing that you have built in the corner, should the magnificently to sit."
The allusion to the arbor was irreverent and confirmed the impression that I already had, that there was any spark of impertinence in Miss Bordereau speech, a strange mocking spirit that must have been part of his adventurous youth and which had survived in power and passions. Nevertheless, I asked, "Do not be possible to come down yourself?" There had better sit up in the shade, with this air so sweet? "
" Oh, sir, when I get out of here I will not be starmene for sitting outdoors, and I fear that I will move around will not be particularly sweet! It will be very dense shadow. But it's not time yet, "continued Miss Bordereau, mischievously, as if to rectify the hopes that this courageous allusion to the last receptacle of her mortality might induced to feed me." I've been sitting here for several days I've had and arbors enough in my day. But I'm not afraid to wait for my call ".[...]

from "The Aspern Papers," Henry James, Ed pocket Marsilio, 1998, pp. 67-68.