The Martian: A NovelHarper & brothers, 1897 - 477 páginas The narrator and main character, Barty Josselin, attempts suicide after he loses his sight in one eye, prompting the appearance of Martia, the Martian, with whom he now shares his body. Du Maurier also introduces the concept of automatic writing in this novel: while Josselin sleeps, Martia writes and Josselin becomes a world-famous writer. |
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... side to side through his spectacles with a queer quick tremolo , such as I have never seen in any eyes but his . About five - and - twenty boys sat at their desks ; boys INSTITUTION F. BROSSARD of all ages between seven and fourteen.
... side to side through his spectacles with a queer quick tremolo , such as I have never seen in any eyes but his . About five - and - twenty boys sat at their desks ; boys INSTITUTION F. BROSSARD of all ages between seven and fourteen.
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... side was the gymnastic ground , enclosed in a wire fence , but free of access at all times - a place of paramount importance in all French schools , public and private . From the doors of the refectory the general play- ground sloped ...
... side was the gymnastic ground , enclosed in a wire fence , but free of access at all times - a place of paramount importance in all French schools , public and private . From the doors of the refectory the general play- ground sloped ...
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... side - strokes all round the Île des Cygnes between Passy and Grenelle , where the École de Natation was moored for the summer months . Round and round the isle I go , up stream and down , and dive and float and wallow with bliss there ...
... side - strokes all round the Île des Cygnes between Passy and Grenelle , where the École de Natation was moored for the summer months . Round and round the isle I go , up stream and down , and dive and float and wallow with bliss there ...
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... side , led to a small and very pretty town called La Tremblaye , three miles off . And hard by the garden gates began the big forest of that name : one heard the stags calling , and the owls hooting , and the fox giving tongue as it ...
... side , led to a small and very pretty town called La Tremblaye , three miles off . And hard by the garden gates began the big forest of that name : one heard the stags calling , and the owls hooting , and the fox giving tongue as it ...
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... side face of my old friend M. Bonzig , whom I don't know , but am very fond of . ) And so on for twenty minutes . Then Barty had to be blindfolded and twisted round and round , and point out the north - when he felt up to it . Then a ...
... side face of my old friend M. Bonzig , whom I don't know , but am very fond of . ) And so on for twenty minutes . Then Barty had to be blindfolded and twisted round and round , and point out the north - when he felt up to it . Then a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABENCERRAGES admiration Antwerp aunt Barge Yard Barty Josselin Barty's beautiful became better bien Blankenberghe Bonzig boys breakfast Brossard Brussels Bussy-Rabutin c'est called charming cher cœur daughter dear Déjanire delightful dined divine Julia Dumollard Düsseldorf English eyes face famous father feel felt fond France French genial GEORGE DU MAURIER handsome happy heart hour immense kind knew Lady Caroline Laferté laugh Leah Gibson Leah's lived looked Lord Archibald m'sieur Madame married Marsfield Martia master Maurice Mechelen Mérovée Monsieur morning mother never night Noiret once Palaiseau Paris Père play poor pretty Rapaud RATAPLAN remember retina Riffrath Rohan round sang Sardonyx says Barty Scatcherd seemed sing sister sleep smoke song soon Southampton Row splendid talk tall Tavistock Square tell things thought told took voice walked Whitby wife woman young
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Página 140 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 74 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Página 240 - Amour ! Amour ! quand tu nous tiens, On peut bien dire : Adieu prudence ! FABLE II.
Página 327 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller betwixt life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill : A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With...
Página 158 - Beau chevalier qui partez pour la guerre, Qu'allez-vous faire Si loin d'ici? Voyez-vous pas que la nuit est profonde, Et que le monde N'est que souci ? Vous qui croyez qu'une amour délaissée De la pensée S'enfuit ainsi, Hélas ! hélas ! chercheurs de renommée, Votre fumée S'envole aussi. ./ Beau chevalier qui partez pour la guerre, Qu'allez-vous faire Si loin de nous ? J'en vais pleurer, moi qui me laissais...
Página 122 - Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées, Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Página 103 - Weel may the keel row, the keel row, the keel row, Weel may the keel row that my laddie's in!
Página 4 - Masoretic Text). The reason given for resting on the Sabbath is twofold. First, the day has to be kept holy because God made heaven and earth in six days, "and rested on the seventh day, wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and hallowed it
Página 373 - And to whom but Barty Josselin do we owe it that our race is on an average already from four to six inches taller than it was thirty ye'ars ago, men and women alike ; that strength and beauty are rapidly becoming the rule among us, and weakness and ugliness the exception...
Página 446 - O tempo passato, perchfi non ritorni ?" As Mary is so fond of singing to me sometimes, when she thinks I've got the blues. As if I haven't always got the blues ! All Barty's teaching is thrown away on me, now that he's not here himself to point his moral — "Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte De?a, dela, Pareil...