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Metamorphosis
by Franz Kafka
A literary classic is a work of the highest excellence that has something important to say about life and/or the human c...
Romeo and Juliet
by William Shakespeare
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, with swords and bucklers.
Ethan Frome
by Edith Wharton
I HAD the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different s...
Why Didn't they Ask Evans?
by Agatha Christie
Bobby Jones' teed up his ball, gave a short preliminary waggle, took the club back slowly, then brought it down and thro...
Roughing It
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
Dracula
by Bram Stoker
3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...
The Red Badge of Courage
by Stephen Crane
¿Has oído hablar, amigo lector, siquiera alguna vez, de Stephen Crane?
कामसूत्र
by Vatsyāyana
In the beginning, the Lord of Beings created men and women, and in the form of commandments in one hundred thousand chap...
Walden
by Henry David Thoreau
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in ...
Anne of Green Gables
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Wo die von Erlen und Springkraut gesäumte Hauptstraße von Avonlea durch eine kleine Senke führt, stand das Haus von Mrs ...
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
by L. Frank Baum
OROTHY lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the far...
The Big Sleep
by Raymond Chandler
It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the cle...
'Salem’s Lot
by Stephen King
Almost everyone thought the man and the boy were father and son.
Man and Superman
by George Bernard Shaw
Roebuck Ramsden is in his study, opening the morning' letters.
The Age of Innocence
by Edith Wharton
On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.