Love and Fantasy in the Cuckoo IslandsWesma Publishers, 2003 - 167 pagini A story of romance and adventure in the South Pacific, involving a castaway who treks across several islands and meets a number of colorful characters, including a spy, an intelligence officer and refugees, as well as charming girls and women. The hero settles down in his new country and joins a club, whose members discuss the world situation at the end of the second millenium |
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Pagina 11
... seemed to me an abandoned shore . It was late afternoon and getting dark . I recalled that in the morning of that day I went for a day trip on a small boat with room for twenty - five or thirty passengers , only half - filled with ...
... seemed to me an abandoned shore . It was late afternoon and getting dark . I recalled that in the morning of that day I went for a day trip on a small boat with room for twenty - five or thirty passengers , only half - filled with ...
Pagina 12
... seemed like an ideal excursion for a day , much better than just walking around the harbor and looking at some pseudo - colonial landmarks like an old townhouse or a crumbling lighthouse , a fish - farm and a farm with sheep and deer ...
... seemed like an ideal excursion for a day , much better than just walking around the harbor and looking at some pseudo - colonial landmarks like an old townhouse or a crumbling lighthouse , a fish - farm and a farm with sheep and deer ...
Pagina 13
... seemed very , very close when suddenly a roaring storm overtook us . The sky became really pitch - black , the dark gray sooty clouds bursting into a waterfall rather than rain . I knew it was all over , no island , no beach , no ...
... seemed very , very close when suddenly a roaring storm overtook us . The sky became really pitch - black , the dark gray sooty clouds bursting into a waterfall rather than rain . I knew it was all over , no island , no beach , no ...
Pagina 14
... seemed to me the direction of the island , but how could I swim in the right direction when I was not seeing anything . Did my instinctive sixth sense tell me what the other senses could not ? I felt I was swimming , but I was really ...
... seemed to me the direction of the island , but how could I swim in the right direction when I was not seeing anything . Did my instinctive sixth sense tell me what the other senses could not ? I felt I was swimming , but I was really ...
Pagina 15
... seemed to give me a bit more strength than just lying motionless on the sand . I tried to remember from a life - saving course I took as a teen- ager , what one is supposed to do to revive one who was drowned . One is supposed to let ...
... seemed to give me a bit more strength than just lying motionless on the sand . I tried to remember from a life - saving course I took as a teen- ager , what one is supposed to do to revive one who was drowned . One is supposed to let ...
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Pagina viii - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina viii - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird...
Pagina 145 - But there is another factor which should be taken into account," the Yid joined the discussion, "namely, the desire of the public to be entertained at whatever cost.