martes, 16 de noviembre de 2010

Moby Dick (Deutsch)

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Hätten Sie trat an Bord der Pequod an einer bestimmten Stelle dieses post-mortemizing des Wals, und hatten Sie schlenderte nach vorn nahe der Winde, ziemlich sicher bin ich, dass Sie gescannt haben, mit nicht geringer Neugier eine sehr merkwürdige, rätselhafte Objekt, das Sie hätte es gesehen haben, liegen entlang der Länge nach im Windschatten Speigatte. Nicht die wundersame Zisterne in den Wal riesige Kopf, nicht das Wunderkind seiner ausgehängt Unterkiefer, nicht das Wunder seiner symmetrischen Schwanz; keines dieser würde so überraschen, da die Hälfte einen Einblick in das unerklärliche Kegel-länger als ein Mann aus Kentucky ist groß, fast einen Fuß im Durchmesser an der Basis, und tiefschwarz wie Jojo, der Ebenholz Idol Queequeg. Und ein Idol, ja, es ist, oder vielmehr, in alten Zeiten war seine Ähnlichkeit. Ein solches Idol als dass in der geheimen gefunden Haine von Queen Maacha in Judäa, und für die Anbetung, die König Asa, ihr Sohn, ihr absetzen wollte, und zerstörte das Idol, und verbrannte es für ein Greuel am Bach Kidron, da dunkel eingestellt weiter im 15. Kapitel des Ersten Buches der Könige.


Schauen Sie sich die Segler, die so genannte Fleischwolf, der jetzt kommt, und unterstützt durch zwei Verbündeten, stark unterstützt die grandissimus, wie die Seeleute es nennen, und mit gesenktem Schultern, taumelt weg mit ihm, als ob er ein Grenadier Durchführung eines toten Kameraden aus dem Feld. Erweitern sie auf die Backdeck, er geht nun zylindrisch, seine dunkle Haut zu entfernen, da eine afrikanische Jäger das Fell eines Boa. Nachdem dies geschehen wendet er sich das Fell von innen nach außen, wie ein Pantalon Bein, gibt es eine gute Dehnung, so wie fast auf das doppelte der Durchmesser, und am Ende hängt es, gut zu verbreiten, in der Takelage, um zu trocknen. Bald ist es nach unten getragen wird; beim Entfernen einige Meter davon, in Richtung der spitzen Ende, und dann schneiden zwei Schlitze für Arm-Löcher am anderen Ende, er schlüpft in Längsrichtung sich körperlich in sie. Der Fleischwolf jetzt vor Ihnen steht im vollem Ornat seiner Berufung investiert. Immemorial alle seine Ordnung, diese Investitur allein ausreichend schützen ihn, während in der eigentümlichen Funktionen seines Amtes eingesetzt.

Das Büro besteht in Wolfen das Pferd-Stück Speck für die Töpfe, eine Operation, die bei einer neugierig Holzpferd durchgeführt wird, gepflanzt endwise gegen die Bastionen, und mit einem geräumigen Wanne unter ihr, in die die Stücke gehackt Drop schnell wie die Bogen von einem verzückten Redners Schreibtisch. Angeordnete in anständiger schwarz; Besatzungsmacht eine auffällige Kanzel; Vorsatz Bibel Blätter; welch ein Kandidat für ein Erzbistum, was für ein Bursche für ein Papst dieses Fleischwolf waren *

At the Earth's Core

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"I was again running away from Jubal the Ugly One," she said. "After I escaped from the Sagoths I made my way alone back to my own land; but on account of Jubal I did not dare enter the villages or let any of my friends know that I had returned for fear that Jubal might find out. By watching for a long time I found that my brother had not yet returned, and so I continued to live in a cave beside a valley which my race seldom frequents, awaiting the time that he should come back and free me from Jubal.

"But at last one of Jubal's hunters saw me as I was creeping toward my father's cave to see if my brother had yet returned and he gave the alarm and Jubal set out after me. He has been pursuing me across many lands. He cannot be far behind me now. When he comes he will kill you and carry me back to his cave. He is a terrible man. I have gone as far as I can go, and there is no escape," and she looked hopelessly up at the continuation of the ledge twenty feet above us.

  • "Dian," I said, "won't you tell me that you are not sorry that I have found you?" "I hate you," was her only reply; but I imagined that there was less vehemence in it than before—yet it might have been but my imagination
  • "Why do you hate me, Dian?" I asked, but she did not answer me
  • "What are you doing here?" I asked, "and what has happened to you since Hooja freed you from the Sagoths?" At first I thought that she was going to ignore me entirely, but finally she thought better of it
  • "I was again running away from Jubal the Ugly One," she said
  • "After I escaped from the Sagoths I made my way alone back to my own land; but on account of Jubal I did not dare enter the villages or let any of my friends know that I had returned for fear that Jubal might find out

miércoles, 13 de octubre de 2010

Around the world in 80 days

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The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the bridge, to guide the Rangoon through the channels to the port of Hong Kong. Passepartout longed to ask him if the steamer had left for Yokohama; but he dared not, for he wished to preserve the spark of hope, which still remained till the last moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix who—the sly rascal!—tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg would be in time if he took the next boat; but this only put Passepartout in a passion.

Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to approach the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when a steamer would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.

"At high tide to-morrow morning," answered the pilot.

"Ah!" said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any astonishment.

Passepartout, who heard what passed, would willingly have embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist his neck.

"What is the steamer's name?" asked Mr. Fogg.

A princess of Mars

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"Chieftains," continued Lorquas Ptomel, "shall the jeddak, Tal Hajus, prove his fitness to rule over Tars Tarkas?"

There were twenty chieftains about the rostrum, and twenty swords flashed high in assent.

There was no alternative. That decree was final, and so Tal Hajus drew his long-sword and advanced to meet Tars Tarkas.

martes, 12 de octubre de 2010

Alice in Wonderland

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'It's—it's a very fine day!' said a timid voice at her side. She was walking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into her face.

'Very,' said Alice: '—where's the Duchess?'

'Hush! Hush!' said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He looked anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised himself upon tiptoe, put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered 'She's under sentence of execution.'

'What for?' said Alice.

sábado, 11 de septiembre de 2010

The scarlet plague

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"Yet in those few minutes I remained with the dying woman in my classroom, the alarm had spread over the university; and the students, by thousands, all of them, had deserted the lecture-room and laboratories. When I emerged, on my way to make report to the President of the Faculty, I found the university deserted. Across the campus were several stragglers hurrying for their homes. Two of them were running.

"President Hoag, I found in his office, all alone, looking very old and very gray, with a multitude of wrinkles in his face that I had never seen before. At the sight of me, he pulled himself to his feet and tottered away to the inner office, banging the door after him and locking it. You see, he knew I had been exposed, and he was afraid. He shouted to me through the door to go away. I shall never forget my feelings as I walked down the silent corridors and out across that deserted campus. I was not afraid. I had been exposed, and I looked upon myself as already dead. It was not that, but a feeling of awful depression that impressed me. Everything had stopped. It was like the end of the world to me—my world. I had been born within sight and sound of the university. It had been my predestined career. My father had been a professor there before me, and his father before him. For a century and a half had this university, like a splendid machine, been running steadily on. And now, in an instant, it had stopped. It was like seeing the sacred flame die down on some thrice-sacred altar. I was shocked, unutterably shocked.

"When I arrived home, my housekeeper screamed as I entered, and fled away. And when I rang, I found the housemaid had likewise fled. I investigated. In the kitchen I found the cook on the point of departure. But she screamed, too, and in her haste dropped a suitcase of her personal belongings and ran out of the house and across the grounds, still screaming. I can hear her scream to this day. You see, we did not act in this way when ordinary diseases smote us. We were always calm over such things, and sent for the doctors and nurses who knew just what to do. But this was different. It struck so suddenly, and killed so swiftly, and never missed a stroke. When the scarlet rash appeared on a person's face, that person was marked by death. There was never a known case of a recovery.

sábado, 14 de agosto de 2010

Flash a pantalla completa

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martes, 10 de agosto de 2010

The war of the worlds

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Everything had suddenly become very still. Far away to the southeast, marking the quiet, we heard the Martians hooting to one another, and then the air quivered again with the distant thud of their guns. But the earthly artillery made no reply.


Now at the time we could not understand these things, but later I was to learn the meaning of these ominous kopjes that gathered in the twilight. Each of the Martians, standing in the great crescent I have described, had discharged, by means of the gunlike tube he carried, a huge canister over whatever hill, copse, cluster of houses, or other possible cover for guns, chanced to be in front of him. Some fired only one of these, some two--as in the case of the one we had seen; the one at Ripley is said to have discharged no fewer than five at that time. These canisters smashed on striking the ground--they did not explode--and incontinently disengaged an enormous volume of heavy, inky vapour, coiling and pouring upward in a huge and ebony cumulus cloud, a gaseous hill that sank and spread itself slowly over the surrounding country. And the touch of that vapour, the inhaling of its pungent wisps, was death to all that breathes.

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