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Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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WJWilliam Wymark Jacobs
William Wymark Jacobs (8 September 1863 – 1 September 1943), was an English author of short stories and novels. He is now best remembered for his macabre tales "The Monkey's Paw" (published 1902 in the collection of short stories The Lady of the Barge) and "The Toll House" (published 1909 in the collection of short stories Sailors' Knots). However the majority of his output was humorous in tone. His favourite subjects were marine life: "men who go down to the sea in ships of moderate tonnage" said Punch, reviewing his first collection of stories, Many Cargoes, which achieved great popular success on its publication in 1896. Many Cargoes was followed by the novel The Skipper's Wooing in 1897, and another collection of short stories, Sea Urchins (1898) set the seal on his popularity. Among his other titles are Captains All, Sailors' Knots, and Night Watches. The title of the last reflects the popularity of perhaps his most enduring character: the night-watchman on the wharf in Wapping,...
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ECEdward Estlin Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962), popularly known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in all lowercase letters as e. e. cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, an autobiographical novel, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as a preeminent voice of 20th century poetry, as well as one of the most popular. Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on October 14, 1894 to Edward and Rebecca Haswell Clarke Cummings. He was named after his father but his family called him by his middle name. Estlin's father was a professor of sociology and political science at Harvard University and later a Unitarian minister. Cummings described his father as a hero and a person who could accomplish anything that he wanted to. He was well skilled and was always working or repairing...
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FEFi And El
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chaos and smiles
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MIme, myself and I
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APAndrei Popete - Patrascu
Nume: Popete - Pătrașcu Andrei Adresă: Nr. 495B, str. Ecaterina Teodoriu, Târgu Jiu, Gorj, România Telefon: 0253/22.63.16 ; 0763/66.10.19 E-mail: and_pp@yahoo.com Naționalitate: Română Data nașterii: 04 noiembrie 1982 Experiența profesională: 2005 - prezent profesor istorie Colegiul Național „Ecaterina Teodoroiu” Târgu Jiu, str. 1 Decembrie 1918, nr. 29 bis. Colegiul Național „Spiru Haret” Târgu Jiu, str. 1 Decembrie 1918, nr. 106. Grup Școlar Energetic Nr.1 Târgu Jiu, str. Aleea 23 August nr. 11. 2005 - 2006 redactor - șef săptămânalul Timpul, Târgu Jiu, str. Vasile Alecsandri, nr. 53. 2000 - 2005 editor publicist, redactor săptămânalul Timpul, Târgu Jiu, str. Vasile Alecsandri, nr. 53. Studii și cursuri de specialitate: Masterand (anul II) - Universitatea din Craiova, Facultatea de Istorie, Filosofie și Geografie, specializarea Cercetarea și conservarea mărturiilor istorice. 2006 - 2007 Universitatea „Aurel Vlaicu” Arad, D.P.P.D., specializarea Masterat -Management educațional. 2001...
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MEMihaela Ela
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Adriana Neacsu
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And remember...
de Daniel-Dumitru Darie
And remember... cartea s-a sfîrșit, Doar trecutul. Bună dimineața, Iar începe-o zi cu-n asfințit Iar mă-nvăluie în neguri ceața... Asta este, peste toate, viața. Iar mă-nvăluie în neguri ceața, Iar...
The Garret
de Ezra Pound
Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are. come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends, And we have friends and no butlers. Come, let us pity the married and...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 3) ACT I SCENE III A room in Polonius\' house. [Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA] LAERTES My necessaries are embark\'d: farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit And...
Prima Iubire
de Filip Ruxandra
Motto: I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called him mine He...
Black September
de Dumitrescu Gabriel
Sometimes I run,sometimes I cry I often want to fly so high... That\'s why I\'m so lonely and cry Because there\'s no other sunshine. But it\'s not lost And I still crawl Just like a bug And a huge...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...
\"A walk to remember..\"
de ciornei corina
Love is always patient and kind.It is never gelous..Love is never boustfull,no consided.It is never rude or selfish..It does not take offence and it is not resendfull..Love takes no pleasure in...
Of Sands and You
de Alina Nicholson
We were so used - You stil remember? - To run at night On silver sand And lay our bodies, Children of the moon, In beds of rocks And velvet shells... I beg you now, Wherever might your steps Have...
ME AND HE
de Lupsa sorina
My mistake. So far away he lived I can\'t remember! My sins were drift away He soon opened his hands. A long, thick fog So he wondered... What am I doing wrong? The answer came When he looked around....
to hell and back
de oana stanescu
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...