The beauty of the world.

by Jean-François Laflèche on mars 14, 2014 , 11 105 comments

I did not answer, but instead reached to my side and pressed the little fingers of her I loved where they clung to me for support, and then, in unbroken silence, we sped over the yellow, moonlit moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts. For my part I could not be other than joyful had I tried, with Dejah Thoris‘ warm body pressed close to mine, and with all our unpassed danger my heart was singing as gaily as though we were already entering the gates of Helium.

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Jean-François LaflècheThe beauty of the world.

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

by Karine Desrosiers on décembre 20, 2013 , 17 292 comments

Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on the question, for geography is one of the pet subjects of the English; and the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg’s venture were eagerly devoured by all classes of readers. At first some rash individuals, principally of the gentler sex, espoused his cause, which became still more popular when the Illustrated London News came out with his portrait, copied from a photograph in the Reform Club. A few readers of the Daily Telegraph even dared to say, « Why not, after all? Stranger things have come to pass. »

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Karine DesrosiersThere are always flowers for those who want to see them.

Look deep into nature.

by Karine Desrosiers on décembre 15, 2013 , 5 530 comments

At first the two forces circled at the same altitude, pouring broadside after broadside into each other. Presently a great hole was torn in the hull of one of the immense battle craft from the Zodangan camp; with a lurch she turned completely over, the little figures of her crew plunging, turning and twisting toward the ground a thousand feet below; then with sickening velocity she tore after them, almost completely burying herself in the soft loam of the ancient sea bottom.

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Karine DesrosiersLook deep into nature.