An Oldfashioned Thanksgiving by Louisa May Alcott

“No need of my starvin’ beforehand. I always have room enough, and I’d like to have Thanksgiving every day,” answered Solomon, gloating like a young ogre over the little pig that lay near by, ready for roasting.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens.

Dangerous Connections by Choderlos de Laclos

God forbid I should ever intend making a general apology for all novels! that would be the idea of a Demoniac; I only mean to justify useful novels. If any one makes a bad use of this kind of writing, I most willingly acquiesce in their condemnation. Let us now examine whether the author of Dangerous Connections deserves to suffer.

The Maid of Orleans

Translated by Anna Swanwick DRAMATIS PERSONAE. CHARLES THE SEVENTH, King of France.QUEEN ISABEL, his Mother.AGNES SOREL.PHILIP THE GOOD, Duke of Burgundy.EARL DUNOIS, Bastard of Orleans.LA HIRE, DUCRATEL, French Offers.ARCHBISHOP OF RHEIMS.CRATILLON, A Burgundian Knight.RAOUL, a Lotharingian Knight.TALBOT, the English General,LIONEL,…

Tour Du Mond 80 Jours

Sommaire Chapitre I – Dans lequel Phileas Fogg et Passepartout s’acceptent réciproquement, l’un comme maître, l’autre comme domestique Chapitre II – Où Passepartout est convaincu qu’il a enfin trouvé son idéal Chapitre III – Où s’engage une conversation qui pourra…

The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie

It was 2 p.m. on the afternoon of May 7, 1915. The Lusitania had been struck by two torpedoes in succession and was sinking rapidly, while the boats were being launched with all possible speed.

The Satyricon, Complete by Petronius Arbiter

Of the many masterpieces which classical antiquity has bequeathed to modern times, few have attained, at intervals, to such popularity; few have so gripped the interest of scholars and men of letters, as has this scintillating miscellany known as the Satyricon, ascribed by tradition to that Petronius who, at the court of Nero, acted as arbiter of elegance and dictator of fashion.

The Whisperer in Darkness By H. P. Lovecraft

I. Bear in mind closely that I did not see any actual visual horror at the end. To say that a mental shock was the cause of what I inferred—that last straw which sent me racing out of the lonely…

The Unnamable By H. P. Lovecraft

We were sitting on a dilapidated seventeenth-century tomb in the late afternoon of an autumn day at the old burying-ground in Arkham, and speculating about the unnamable. Looking toward the giant willow in the centre of the cemetery, whose trunk…

The Thing on the Doorstep By H. P. Lovecraft

I. It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to shew by this statement that I am not his murderer. At first I shall be called a madman—madder…
Ancient graveyard

The Statement of Randolph Carter By H. P. Lovecraft

I repeat to you, gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless. Detain me here forever if you will; confine or execute me if you must have a victim to propitiate the illusion you call justice; but I can say no more…