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by H. G. Wells
The Utopia of a modern dreamer must needs differ in one fundamental aspect from the Nowheres and Utopias men planned bef...
by H. G. Wells
on February the 1st, 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1° S. and longitu...
by H. G. Wells
THE stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...
by D. H. Lawrence
OURS is essentially a tragic age but we refuse emphatically to be tragic about it.
by A. A. Milne
HERE IS Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin.
by L. Frank Baum
IN the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived a youth called Tip.
by Arthur C. Clarke
Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
by Gaston Leroux
IT was the evening on which MM. Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera, were giving a last gala performance to ...
by Max Weber
A glance at the occupational statistics for any country in which several religions coexist is revealing.
by H. G. Wells
NO ONE would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and clos...
by D. H. Lawrence
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.
by Joris-Karl Huysmans
THE Floressas Des Esseintes, to judge by the various portraits preserved in the Chateau de Lourps, had originally been a...
by H. G. Wells, Ellen Marriage
The problem which was already being mooted by such scientific men as Ramsay, Rutherford, and Soddy, in the very beginnin...
by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter
Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning.
by H. Rider Haggard
It is a curious thing that at my age-fifty-five last birthday-I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a hi...
by L. Frank Baum
HAVE you heard of the great Forest of Burzee?