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Yoshe le fou (Biblio) (French Edition)

‘He’s one of these brilliant young authors,’ replied the Devil. ‘I believe Titus knows him. He sold me his soul on the condition that once a week he should be without doubt the most important person at a party.’ ‘Why didn’t he sell his soul in order to become a great writer? Then he could have had the party into the bargain.’ ‘He preferred to take

Sylvia Townsend Warner • Lolly Willowes

you likely know his classic children’s books on animals going rogue ( Stuart Little , Charlotte’s Web ).

E.B. White • Here is New York (1949)

Yet the child is born. He is called Isaac, meaning the “laughter” that turned from incredulity to rejoicing.

Jonathan Sacks • A Letter in the Scroll: Understanding Our Jewish Identity and Exploring the Legacy of the World's Oldest Religion

One day, the farmer’s one and only horse runs away. The farmer’s neighbors come by to say they can’t believe it, “What bad luck!” The farmer shrugs, “Good luck? Bad luck? It’s impossible to know.” A few days later, the horse returns with a herd of wild horses, and the neighbors swing by again, “What good luck!” The farmer shrugs, “Good luck? Bad lu... See more

So she took him for a walk in the bright sunlight and they were both caught and killed by the shrike’s brother, a shrike named Stoop. MORAL: Early to rise and early to bed makes a male healthy and wealthy and dead.

James Thurber • Collected Fables

“I don’t have any friends,” my father says in response to the laughter from the dining room. “Your mother doesn’t allow them here.” The first part is certainly true. I am curious about the second. “Why not?” I ask. He doesn’t answer. He sighs. He sighs so much I think he inadvertently practices his own form of Kabbalistic meditation. “Well, God be

Gary Shteyngart • Little Failure: A Memoir

My friend Ruth Zylberman sent me these two short letters from an eight-year-old boy to his grandmother during the 1936 purges in the Soviet Union. The first: Dear Babushka, I’m not dead yet. You’re the only one I have in the world and I’m the only one you have. If I don’t die, when I’m grown up and you’re very, very old, I’ll work and take care of

Emmanuel Carrère • Yoga: From the bestselling author of THE ADVERSARY

One day his father said to him, “You haven’t burned a wing in months, boy, and it looks to me as if you were never going to. All your brothers have been badly burned flying around street lamps and all your sisters have been terribly singed flying around house lamps. Come on, now, get out of here and get yourself scorched! A big strapping moth like