FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE STORY OF THE WINDby Hans Christian Andersen"NEAR the shores of the great Belt, which is one of the straitsthat connect the Cattegat with the Baltic, stands an old mansionwith thick red walls. I know every stone of it," says the Wind. "I sawit when it was part of the castle of Marck Stig on the promontory. Butthe castle was obliged to be pulled down, and the stone was used again...
作者简介:献给聆听和阅读并且尽力帮助我走在正直而又狭窄的路上的人尤其是凯蒂献给询问难题的勇士虽然有时连得到正直答案的机会也不存在献给科学界容许发问的专家序言作者的背景及写书的手法值得一提。他在芝加哥附近的一个小镇长大,自幼热爱中国人和中国文化,在适当的时候他自称:詹腓力。这是中国朋友“赐”他的名字。十六岁中学尚未毕业,他在小镇实在呆不下去了,于是写信给哈佛大学,请求将他从思想的死谷中拯救出来。哈佛竟然破格收了他。他自称并没有好好学习,四年后却以全班第一的身份毕业。他父母极力主张他继续学医,他却逃到非洲去当英语外教。结果,还是当母亲病危时才回到芝加哥大学钻研法律学。毕业时又是名列前茅。他曾任美国大法官华伦(Warrant)的助手,现任加州大学柏克莱分校法学院教授。他的专长是分析人在辩论时所用的词句及逻辑,所以,被誉为最有资格评论达尔文主义的学者。...
《雪舞清宫》作者:狐狸金(一)相遇在雨季淮安城。天黑压压的,厚厚的云层里,有金色的闪电在狂舞,红色的火球跳跃着炸开……闷闷的雷声紧随闪电撕裂云层的利响,震得整个淮安城都在打颤!黄河决了堤,数尺高的浪头,铺天盖地涌过来,冲垮了淮安的城墙,咆哮着吞噬城里的一切……一瞬间,淮安成了一片泽国……涛涛的黄河水,以摧枯拉朽之势推倒一片一片房屋,漫起冲天的尘埃与水雾!虽然是正晌午十分,天却黑得如锅底,雷声、闪电声、水声、房屋倒塌声、各类生灵呼喊声混成一片……胤禛弃了马,被高福儿拉着趟着齐胸的水,终于回了衙门,心想只要上得了船……删在衙门口的官舰已经没了踪影!!那些官们,大水临头连忙扔下主子,各自逃命去了!...
The Unbearable Bassingtonby "Saki" [H. H. Munro]CHAPTER IFRANCESCA BASSINGTON sat in the drawing-room of her house in BlueStreet, W., regaling herself and her estimable brother Henry withChina tea and small cress sandwiches. The meal was of that elegantproportion which, while ministering sympathetically to the desiresof the moment, is happily reminiscent of a satisfactory luncheonand blessedly expectant of an elaborate dinner to come....
我认为就我们整个研究团队来说,在研究之初很多成员开始对小姐不了解,也有很多的看法,但是在研究的过程中,虽然我们对从事性服务的工作人员还是会有自己的看法,但在另一方面我们看到了这些性服务工作者并不是我们想象中的那么不可理喻的人物。 我们看到很多人其实也是非常精明、非常可爱的人,她们只不过是选择了不同的手段来满足自己对生活前途的设计。 像很多的农村女孩子会计算,“我是来自农村的,若用三年的时间做普通的打工人员,假定一年存一万元,五年只能存5万,但如果做这样的工作,也许一个月就可以存5000元,那么五年就可以存30万。”可能对从事正常工作的女性来说,五年的时间并不能改变她的生活,可是对性服务工作者来说,她可能就能改变这一点。这种对原始积累的构想和对生活享受的追求是导致她们从事这行的核心原因。...
Marquise de Brinvilliersby Alexandre Dumas, PereTowards the end of the year 1665, on a fine autumn evening, there was a considerable crowd assembled on the Pont-Neuf where it makes a turn down to the rue Dauphine. The object of this crowd and the centre of attraction was a closely shut, carriage. A police official was trying to force open the door, and two out of the four sergeants who were with him were holding the horses back and the other two stopping the driver, who paid no attention to t
THE TWELVE DANCING PRINCESSESIONCE upon a time there lived in the village of Montignies-sur-Roc a little cow-boy, without either father or mother. Hisreal name was Michael, but he was always called the Star Gazer,because when he drove his cows over the commons to seek forpasture, he went along with his head in the air, gaping at nothing.As he had a white skin, blue eyes, and hair that curled all overhis head, the village girls used to cry after him, `Well, Star Gazer,...