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Автор: Nathan George Jean
Название: A Book Without A Title
ISBN: 9781686163760
Издательство: Independently Published
Классификация: ISBN-10: 1686163762
Обложка/Формат: Paperback
Страницы: 82
Вес: 0.12 кг.
Дата издания: 13.08.2019
Язык: English
Размер: 22.91 x 15.19 x 0.43 cm
Поставляется из: США
Описание: An excerpt from the beginning of the book: Titles of Books: Decoys to catch perchasers. -Chatfield* * * * *THE ATHEISTI worship no one, cried the atheist. Divinities are senseless, useless, barriers to progress and ambition, a curse to man. Gods, fetiches, graven images, idols- faugh On the atheists work-table stood the photograph of a beautiful girl.ALLIESThe Devil, finishing his seidel of W rzburger, eyed the young man quizzically.What would you of me? he said.I would ask, bade the young man, how one may know the women who serve you as allies?Find those who smile at themselves in their mirrors, said the Devil.VIEWPOINTIn a rapidly ascending balloon were two men.One watched the earth getting farther and farther away.One watched the stars getting nearer and nearer.THE MISTAKEHe was the happiest man in the world, and the most successful in all things. In his eyes was ever a smile; on his lips ever a song.For the gods had made an awful mistake when they bore him into the world. They had placed his heart in his head, where his brain should have been, and his brain in his bosom, where his heart should have been.TEMPORA MUTANTURThey couldnt understand why he married her, but the ironic little gods who have such matters in hand knew it was because she had a little way of swallowing before speaking, because she had a little way, when she came to him and saw him standing there with arms open to clasp her tight and kiss her, of sweeping her hat off and sailing it across the room, because she had a way of twining her little fingers in his.They couldnt understand why he divorced her, but the ironic little gods who have such matters in hand knew it was because she had a little way of swallowing before speaking, because . . .They showed her a nest swarming with impostures, deceits, lies, affectations, bitternesses, low desires, simulations, suspicions, distrusts, cheatings, hates, delusions, distortions, evasions. And she shrank from the sight of it as she looked close. But presently, when she turned from a distance of a dozen paces and looked back, she saw a brilliant-hued, beautiful bird soar from the nest and alight among the flowers.What is that gorgeous bird? she asked.Love, they told her.

A Book Without A Title, Nathan George Jean