Hills Like White Elephants

strange voices. Mary knew the fair young man who looked like a boy. She had heard that he was a very young officer who had just come from England. The child stared at him, but she stared most at 1 Kids4Classics.com her mother. She always did this when she had a chance to see her, because the Mem SahibMary used to call her that oftener than anything elsewas such a tall, slim, pretty person and wore such lovely clothes. Her hair was like curly silk and she had a delicate little nose…

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letter for the first letter in a sentence: The dog is barking. Come here! 4 Always use a capital letter for the word I : I am eight years old. Tom and I are good friends. 4 Use a capital letter for the names of people: Alice, Tom, James, Kim, Snow White 4 Use a capital letter for the names of places: National Museum, Bronx Zoo, London, Sacramento 4 Use a capital letter for festivals, holidays, days of the week, months of the year: New Year’s Day, Christmas, Labor Day,…

(Ele se feriu; Ele feriu a si próprio) He read the letter himself. (Ele próprio leu a carta) PRONOMES VERBO RETOS OBLÍQUOS I Me you You he Him she Her it It we Us you You they Them Ex: Did Paul help you? Yes, he helped me. She likes him. They visited us. 1. DEMONSTRATIVOS This =este, esta, isto. These =estes, estas. That =esse, essa, aquele, aquela, isso, aquilo. Those =esses, essas, aqueles, aquelas. Como pronome demonstrativo adjetivo (precede o…

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A Clash of Kings (The second book in the Song of Ice and Fire series) George R R Martin Spectra ISBN: 0553579908 PROLOGUE The comet’s tail spread across the dawn, a red slash that bled above the crags of Dragonstone like a wound in the pink and purple sky. The maester stood on the windswept balcony outside his chambers. It was here the ravens came, after long flight. Their droppings speckled the gargoyles that rose twelve feet tall on either side of him, a hellhound and a wyvern, two

LONDON EUROPE’S GLOBAL CITY? GOVERNING THE UNGOVERNABLE? Deyan Sudjic he single most arresting fact about London is that it is growing. After decades in which, like every other major European and North American city, it was haemorrhaging people, the victim of the hollowing out doughnut effect, London has turned around. The forecasts now point to sustained and substantial population increases; much of it through migration. Something remarkable has happened here. A combination of an…

comuns, inexpressivas, nunca famosos detetives ou ricos fabulosos. Geralmente, as histórias são pedaços da vida. A raiz da literatura minimalista americana é o trabalho de Ernest Hemingway, e um dos melhores exemplos desse estilo é o seu "Hills Like White Elephants". Como Hemingway nunca descreve a entonação que a personagem assume quando fala, o leitor é forçado a interpretá-la baseado na resposta. Além disso, apesar da paisagem ser parte integrante de uma história, ela nunca é…

monster never dies. It came to Castle Rock again in the summer of 1980. Tad Trenton, four years old, awoke one morning not long after midnight in May of that year, needing to go to the bathroom. He got out of bed and walked half asleep toward the white light thrown in a wedge through the half-open door, already lowering his pajama pants. He urinated forever, flushed, and went back to bed. He pulled the covers up, and that was when he saw the creature in his closet. Low to the ground it was, with

know is where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They're quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They're nice and…