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“What are you dreaming about?” John asked his brother Michael. He was under the tree.“I’m thinking about the Dream Land.” answeredMichael. “I can’t take the Dream Land and Peter Pan out of my mind.” “I can’t forget all of them, either. I would like to live there so much.” he said.John, kardeşi Micha..

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Buck lived a comfortable life in California at Judge Miller's house. But, all of a sudden, he was stolen and sold to a dog trader. The Gold Rush needed strong and fast dogs. That is why Buck goes to the North and becomes a sledge dog unwillingly. He finds himself in a new life full of different dang..

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“I wear the chain I forged in life”, replied the Ghost. “I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to you?” Scrooge trembled more and more. “Or would you know”, pursued the Ghost, “the weight and length of ..

“I’m sure those are not the right words,” said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, “I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I’ve made up my min..

‘‘Ah, that’s not Jekyll’s voice—it’s Hyde’s!’’ cried Utterson. ‘‘Down with the door, Poole.’’ Poole swung the axe over his shoulder; the blow shook the building, and the red baize door leaped against the lock and hinges. A dismal screech, as of mere animal terror, rang from the cabinet. Up went the ..

I heard her weeping; she had hidden her face in her hands. It seemed to me that the house would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head. But nothing happened. The heavens do not fall for such a trifle. Would they have fallen, I wonder, if I had rendered Kurtz that ju..

She should have died hereafter.There would have been a time for such a word.Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walkin..

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Were they animals, or people, or was it merely the ghostly hand of the wind that wove together all this rustling and crackling and whirring? He listened. It was the wind gently moving the tree tops. No, it wasn’t, it was people—now he could see distinctly—couples arm in arm, who came up from the lig..

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up an..

Poor Gregor Samsa. This guy wakes up one morning to discover that he’s become a “monstrous vermin” As he struggles to come to terms with his new body, he realizes that he’s (gasp!) late for his job as a traveling salesman. First his mother, then his father and sister, knock on his bedroom door in an..

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‘You believe me,’ I said gratefully.‘Of course I do,’ and he held out his hand. ‘I believe everything out of the common. The only thing to distrust is the normal.’He was very young, but he was the man for my money.‘I think they’re off my track for the moment, but I must lie close for a couple of day..

‘Now, it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked,’ continued the Time Traveller, with a slight accession of cheerfulness. ‘Really this is what is meant by the Fourth Dimension, though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it. It is only another way o..

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. If Glennard did not hate his wife it was slowly, sufferingly, that there was born in him that profounder..