"Some passages are painfully descriptive, others are packed with humor. A zeal for storytelling - a zest for writing." Michael Evans, Publishers Weekly In simple words, this book is about a dream; not being afraid to chase after it, and a challenge or two along the way. This book is about time, hardly an ally to an aging author. This book is also about perseverance, dedication, and long hours of loneliness; not exactly a writer's best friend. For this book is about believing that the author just might be one of those bold enough to catch their dream.

Looking up, he saw something whitish behind the shrine. The daylight was fading, and the shoemaker peered at the thing without being able to make out what it was. "There was no white stone here before. Can it be an ox? It's not like an ox. It has a head like a man, but it's too white; and what could a man be doing there?" He came closer, so that it was clearly visible. To his surprise it really was a man, alive or dead, sitting naked, leaning motionless against the shrine. Terror seized the shoemaker, and he thought, "Some one has killed him, stripped him, and left him there. If I meddle I shall surely get into trouble." Also includes "Three Questions," "The Coffee House of Surat," and "How Much Land Does a Man Need?"

The theme uniting the characters in these stories is ambition--not in terms of extravagant goals, but the simple and basic wants for their lives and those close to them. These elementary concerns deal with love, death, fidelity, fleeting time, the desire to comprehend their journey, a reassessment of their lives, and others of more modest dimensions but no lesser importance. Sometimes they want the nominally impossible, as in the harrowing Elsa, and at others the most mundane, as in the lighter Kickbacks. Sometimes, as in The Pharmacist, there is the shock of learning of the dichotomies that reside within those with whom we share our everyday lives. These stories illustrate the ways in which the characters are thwarted, often the instruments of their own defeats, how they try to compensate for these failures, and how in so doing they learn things about themselves that they might otherwise not get to know--or want to. Although, as in all stories, the intentions are ultimately serious, often traced through veils of loneliness, the interweaving of humor is not precluded.

In this acclaimed collection, Jean Thompson limns the lives of ordinary people -- a lonely social worker, a down-and-out junkie, a divorced cop on the night shift -- to extraordinary effect. With wisdom and sympathy and spare eloquence, she writes of their inarticulate longings for communion and grace.Yet even the saddest situations are imbued with Thompson¹s characteristic humor and a wry glimmer of hope. With Who Do You Love, readers will discover a writer with rare insight into the resiliency of the human spirit and the complexities of love.

The story displays an integral part of the cultural heritage of human societies and, like a mirror reflects the values of a nation as well. Furthermore, through research in stories, we can realize the cultural relations of the people. According to Prof. Dr. Ulrich Marzolph, Iran, from the earliest times, as a vital connecting link between the ancient Indian culture and, Mediterranean valuable cultures, was known to the science's world and, universally recognized and appreciated in academic communities. Iran is an excellent source of the story, telling literature. Mawlana Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (30 September 1207 - 17 December 1273) depicts in his valuable work, Mathnawi, from the beginning of the first volume to the end of the sixth volume, throughout creates stories and allegories. Although Rumi believes that story is like a bowl and, the meaning of the story is like grains in that. The Mathnawi has many short stories and, except the apparent meaning, they also contain secret and hidden meanings.

"Pueden haber tocado tu cuerpo, pero no dejes que toquen tu alma..." Existen recuerdos, amigos, cosas, hermanos que aparecen en algun momento de nuestra vida y de la misma manera se van sin dar un recuento... Y si regresan, me sentiria expuesto, vulnerable. Porque les di un pedazo de mi vida, uno muy intimo, y me desgarraron, e igual se marcharon y eso les da un control sobre mi que no sabia que tendrian... Eres culpable de ser la victima? Cual es tu crimen detras del exito? Que desgracia esconde esa sonrisa? Que ocultas de los ojos de todo el mundo? "Invasion a la privacidad," cinco historias, cinco viajes a la belleza que engalana lo peor de la humanidad... el hombre mismo

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - It was Lady Windermere's last reception before Easter, and Bentinck House was even more crowded than usual. Six Cabinet Ministers had come on from the Speaker's Levee in their stars and ribands, all the pretty women wore their smartest dresses, and at the end of the picture-gallery stood the Princess Sophia of Carlsruhe, a heavy Tartar-looking lady, with tiny black eyes and wonderful emeralds, talking bad French at the top of her voice, and laughing immoderately at everything that was said to her. It was certainly a wonderful medley of people. Gorgeous peeresses chatted affably to violent Radicals, popular preachers brushed coat-tails with eminent sceptics, a perfect bevy of bishops kept following a stout prima-donna from room to room, on the staircase stood several Royal Academicians, disguised as artists, and it was said that at one time the supper-room was absolutely crammed with geniuses. In fact, it was one of Lady Windermere's best nights, and the Princess stayed till nearly half-past eleven.