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Cinderella in the South: Twenty-Five South African Tales

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Excerpt from Cinderella in the South: South African Tales I drank from the fair water by the temple's western approach, and sat down t0'smoke under a tree in the precincts. The big cone of the main tower was just in sight. I had seen the walls before, and was in no analytical mood; synthesis was enough for me. I took in with my delighted eyes a roofless dome worthy to be a temple of some sort, even if it were not, a blue roof that bettered mere human aspiration, debris testifying to earthly incompleteness, a broken column with its memento mori - all these were sim mering in my vision and my judgment. I half dozed until the voices of the lunch'ers began to interest me. They were doing the rounds rather hastily, lunch having cut into their time, so short at its very best. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Cinderella in the South: Twenty-Five South African Tales, Arthur Shearly Cripps

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Titul
Cinderella in the South: Twenty-Five South African Tales
Jazyk
anglicky
Rok vydania
2022
Väzba
mäkká
Počet strán
210
ISBN13
9781018218724
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Štítky
Beletria
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Excerpt from Cinderella in the South: South African Tales I drank from the fair water by the temple's western approach, and sat down t0'smoke under a tree in the precincts. The big cone of the main tower was just in sight. I had seen the walls before, and was in no analytical mood; synthesis was enough for me. I took in with my delighted eyes a roofless dome worthy to be a temple of some sort, even if it were not, a blue roof that bettered mere human aspiration, debris testifying to earthly incompleteness, a broken column with its memento mori - all these were sim mering in my vision and my judgment. I half dozed until the voices of the lunch'ers began to interest me. They were doing the rounds rather hastily, lunch having cut into their time, so short at its very best. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.