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by Jorge Luis Borges
Debo a la conjuncion de un espejo y de una enciclopedia el descubrimiento de Uqbar.
by Rabindranath Tagore, Marie Luise Gothein
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.
by Ernesto Sabato
Bastará decir que soy Juan Pablo Castel, el pintor que mató a María Iribarne; supongo que el proceso está en el recuerdo...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation ...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
В начале июля, в чрезвычайно жаркое время, под вечер, один молодой человек вышел из своей каморки, которую нанимал от жи...
by Isabel Allende
Me llamo Eva, que quiere decir vida, segun un libro que mi madre consulto para escoger mi nombre.
by J.R.R. Tolkien
There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspr...
by J. K. Rowling
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, privet drive.
by Lewis Carroll
ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Between the silver ribbon of morning and the green glittering ribbon of sea, the boat touched Harwich and let loose a sw...
by Franz Kafka
I COULD HEAR THE CARTS driving past the garden fence, sometimes I even caught sight of them through the gently shifting ...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
ALEKSEI FYODOROVICH KARAMOZOV was the third son of Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, a landowner of our district, extremely we...
by 孙武, Stephen F. Kaufman
1. Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State.
by William Shakespeare
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with swords and bucklers, of the house of Capulet.
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, der sehr spät am Morgen aufzustehen pflegte (außer bei den gar nicht seltenen Gelegenheiten, da er ...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
THE suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset.
by William Shakespeare
OF all the commentators on Shakespeare, perhaps the oddest is Ulrich Braker, a Swiss weaver, who in 1780 finished writin...