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him « I think I can distinguish in her the initial fateful elf in my life “. Despite the fact that a bad fairy seems to have chosen H.H. as her victim killing his mother, when he was three, it is noticeable that an atmosphere of fairy tale is developed in the first chapters. Speaking the origin of his obcession for Lolita, the narrator explains :  «  there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. The « When I was

you should have. You ought to have made sure she was all right.” “Of course she’s all right.” “How do you know? You didn’t stop to find out, did you?” “Do you want me to go back? We’re late enough as it is, thanks to your fooling about getting ready, but I don’t suppose the Brady’ll notice if we’re late. I don’t suppose they’ll notice if we never turn up, though after the way you angled for that invitation…” “That’s right, blame it all on me. We could have left half an hour ago if you hadn’t

September 22, 1922 I am so excited to finally be in India! As soon as it was announced on the boat that it would only take a few more days to arrive in Bombay, my impatience started to get more and more. To be honest, it was quite boring on the boat. Sure, a lot of entertainment was offered to the passengers and the crew was very friendly. After a while however, I started longing for some change. I started to feel the need to go somewhere else; my bedroom, the dining hall, the lobby; they all started to

Appendix - 20 - * Acknowledgements I would like to thank Jeffrey Cummins, even if it was not easy every day, thanks in part to him that we have had this experience. I also wish to thank all the workers: Esteban, Jose, Noah, Francisco and Marvin for their good humor, their hospitality and generosity. A small special mention for Marvin who was the first to make our trip unforgettable. * Introduction My name is Damien Coelho, I am 24 years, and I am in 1st year of Professional Master in

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Also by Paul Auster Novels The New York Trilogy (City of Glass • Ghosts • The Locked Room) • In the Country of Last Things • Moon Palace • The Music of Chance • Leviathan • Mr. Vertigo • Timbuktu • The Book of Illusions • Oracle Night Nonfiction White Spaces • The Invention of Solitude • The Art of Hunger • Why Write? • Hand to Mouth • The Red Notebook • Collected Prose Screenplays 3 Films: Smoke, Blue in the Face, Lulu on the Bridge Poetry Unearth • Wall Writing • Fragments from Cold

f e a t u r e d i t e m (340) GERMAN MERCHANT SEAMAN’S PAPERS Deutsche Handelsmarine, Seemanskartei und Personalausweis Hartig Möller was a merchant seaman during the early years of the Third Reich. He worked for the Hamburg-South America Steamship Company (Hamburg-Südamerikanische Dampf-schifffahrts-Gesellschaft, HSDG) periodically from October 1937 to August 1939 as a cook on the luxury passenger liner Cap Arcona that sailed from Hamburg to the South American ports of Buenos Aires and

turn a phrase of almost unbearable beauty. THE ROAD By Cormac McCarthy Copyright © M-71, Ltd. 2006 This book is dedicated to JOHN FRANCIS MCCARTHY When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world. His hand rose and fell softly with each precious breath. He pushed away the

INTRODUCTION This volume does not aim to contain all "the best American humorous short stories"; there are many other stories equally as good, I suppose, in much the same vein, scattered through the range of American literature. I have tried to keep a certain unity of aim and impression in selecting these stories. In the first place I determined that the pieces of brief fiction which I included must first of all be not merely good stories, but good short stories. I put myself in the position of one who was