no sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and i stopped, intent upon the ext...

...in the canonical life of st. sergey is that of the bear that emerged from the woods to come face~to~face with the saint. subdued by the ...

parched with thirst, i crossed an endless desert sunk in gloom, and a six-winged seraph * came where the tracks met and i stood lost. finge...

then the voices of the ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singin...

stupidity is not my strong point. i have seen many persons; i have visited several countries; i have taken part in various enterprises with...

i lived in thoughts of her. where are you, i thought, where may my lonely spirit find you, sweet maiden? do you gaze before you and reflect...

from the railroad station in the distance came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the dista...

the realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn, - not th...

at times octavian even imagined he could see indistinct human forms flitting among the shadows, but they dissolved the moment they passed in...

one night i dreamt that i had made a pact with the devil: he was my servant, and anticipated my every wish... i found myself handing him my ...

magic-hour & darkness (plus day-for-night) in l'armée des l'ombres - jean-pierre melville - 1969 cinematography by pierre lhom...

and the sound of the wind died away and then like the murmur of a lullaby or pealing bells rose up again from the depths of ravines and tips...

törless was still gazing out into the garden. he thought he could hear the rustling of the withered leaves being blown into drifts by the w...

sometimes, for a few steps, my feet are resting on a bank of fine sand. and in the silence, i can hear a bird: i think it's a nightinga...

tarrl lightowler : l'eau de vie (forthcoming film) beyond the horizon of visible things - little tunes amid the sound of wind or w...

the dark west wind, the sea wind, was already scattering the voices in the darkness. it toyed with them a moment and then lifted them all t...

classic books (number 4): moby-dick; or, the whale by herman melville , 1851 (compiled with great assistance from the famed german libraria...