The Statement of the Case Miss Morstan entered the room with a firm step and an outward composure of manner. She was a blonde young lady, small, dainty, well gloved, and dressed in the most perfect taste. There was, however, a plainness and simplicity about her costume which bore with it a suggestion of limited means. The dress was a sombre grayish beige, untrimmed and unbraided, and she wore a small turban of the same dull hue, relieved only by a suspicion of white feather in the side. Her face had neither regularity of feature nor beauty of complexion, but her expression was sweet and amiable, and her […]
The Curse of the Baskervilles “I have in my pocket a manuscript,” said Dr. James Mortimer. “I observed it as you entered the room,” said Holmes. “It is an old manuscript.” “Early eighteenth century, unless it is a forgery.” “How can you say that, sir?” “You have presented an inch or two of it to my examination all the time that you have been talking. It would be a poor expert who could not give the date of a document within a decade or so. You may possibly have read my little monograph upon the subject. I put that at 1730.” “The exact date […]
I am having a hard time reading this book due to the gross factor: bugs. I mean, if you are going to turn into something not-human; why not something more cuddly? or at least something with less than 6 legs? However, I still insist on reading it because people keep comparing it with ‘Blackass‘ and i needed to find out for myself if it’s truly a fair comparison. I have decided not to go through this alone though; after all, there is love in sharing… Enjoy!! One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had […]
“Jess?” Her mother’s voice sounded through the hallway, mixing with the mustiness around her so well that the sound almost had a smell. To Jess, sitting in the cupboard, the sound of her name was strange, wobbly, misformed, as if she were inside a bottle, or a glass cube, maybe, and Mum was outside it, tapping. I must have been in here too long— “Jessamy!” Her mother’s voice was stern. Jessamy Harrison did not reply. She was sitting inside the cupboard on the landing, where the towels and other linen were kept, saying quietly to herself, I am in the […]
I woke up and realized I was running late. I had to get to the airport to catch a flight. I drove seventy-five to eighty miles per hour to Hartsfield International. I ran up to the ticket counter and told the clerk I was running late: “Quick, I’ve got to catch the plane to San Francisco. Tell me the gate number.” “You’re going out of Concourse D. You’ve only got fifteen minutes,” he said. “I don’t think you’re going to make it.” I’m not going to make it talking to you, so would you please give me my […]
A young man decides to visit Nigeria after years of absence. Ahead lies the difficult journey back to the family house and all its memories; meetings with childhood friends and above all, facing up to the paradox of Nigeria, whose present is as burdened by the past as it is facing a new future.
“Looking at a king’s mouth,” said an old man, “one would think he never sucked at his mother’s breast.” He was talking about Okonkwo, who had risen so suddenly from great poverty and misfortune to be one of the lords of the clan. The old man bore no ill will towards Okonkwo. Indeed he respected him for his industry and success. But he was struck, as most people were, by Okonkwo’s brusqueness in dealing with less successful men.
“With this samba of mine”, he concluded, “I shall always be happy.” “I’m sorry to hear all this, Akin. I would have helped you, but we were just talking about my misfortune when we heard you singing. You see, that place where you are now sitting was once a thriving eating-house, until one of my customers burnt it down because I refused to marry him.” “I’m sorry. But perhaps I can help you,” said Akin brightly.