Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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C. A. Mercer – The Garden Of Memories
THE GARDEN OF MEMORIES BY C. A. MERCER THE garden looked dreary and desolate in spite of the afternoon sunshine. The lilac and lavender bushes were past their prime; their wealth of sweetness had been squandered by riotous offshoots. The wind played among the branches, and cast changing sun-flecked shadows on the grass-grown paths, narrowed by…
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H. G. Dwight – THE EMPEROR OF ELAM…. eRead now
THE EMPEROR OF ELAM By H. G. DWIGHT From The Century Magazine. I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time…
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GUY DE MAUPASSANT – A Wise Man …. eRead Now
A WISE MAN Blérot had been my friend since childhood; we had no secrets from each other, and were united heart and soul by a brotherly intimacy and a boundless confidence in each other. He used to tell me his most intimate thoughts, even the smallest pangs of conscience that are very often kept hidden…
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E. Nesbit – The Dragon Tamers …..eRead Now
The Dragon Tamers There was once an old, old castle—it was so old that its walls and towers and turrets and gateways and arches had crumbled to ruins, and of all its old splendor there were only two little rooms left; and it was here that John the blacksmith had set up his forge. He…
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ERNEST HEMINGWAY – Up In Michigan….eRead Now
UP IN MICHIGAN Jim Gilmore came to Hortons Bay from Canada. He bought the blacksmith shop from old man Horton. Jim was short and dark with big mustaches and big hands. He was a good horseshoer and did not look much like a blacksmith even with his leather apron on. He lived upstairs above the…
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Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling – Volume 1
How The Camel Got His Hump How this is the next tale, and it tells how the Camel got his big hump. In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and all, and the Animals were just beginning to work for Man, there was a Camel………. How The Whale Got His Throat…
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Kate Chopin – Beyond The Bayou … Read now
BEYOND THE BAYOU The bayou curved like a crescent around the point of land on which La Folle’s cabin stood. Between the stream and the hut lay a big abandoned field, where cattle were pastured when the bayou supplied them with water enough. Through the woods that spread back into unknown regions the woman had…
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Paul Heyse – The Fury… Read now
The Fury BY PAUL HEYSE (L’ARRABIATA) The day had scarcely dawned. Over Vesuvius hung one broad gray stripe of mist, stretching across as far as Naples, and darkening all the small towns along the coast. The sea lay calm. Along the shore of the narrow creek that lies beneath the Sorrento cliffs, fishermen and their…
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EDGAR ALLAN POE – The Angel Of The Odd …. Read now
THE ANGEL OF THE ODD AN EXTRAVAGANZA. IT was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room, with my feet upon the fender, and at my elbow a small table which I had…
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