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\"In der Dämmerung liegt unser Nomadengepäck ausgebreitet auf der Erde, durchnäßt von dem Sprühregen, trostlos anzuschauen. Der Wind fegt unter den sich hochauftürmenden drohenden Wolken dahin. Die weiten Sandflächen, in die wir uns jetzt auf gut Glückhineinstürzen sollen, heben sich hell vom Horizont ab, die Wüste ist weniger dunkel als der Himmel.Eine große Segelbark, die wir in Bender-Bouchir geheuert haben, wirft uns hier an der Schwelle d...

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\"In der Dämmerung liegt unser Nomadengepäck ausgebreitet auf der Erde, durchnäßt von dem Sprühregen, trostlos anzuschauen. Der Wind fegt unter den sich hochauftürmenden drohenden Wolken dahin. Die weiten Sandflächen, in die wir uns jetzt auf gut Glück hineinstürzen sollen, heben sich hell vom Horizont ab, die Wüste ist weniger dunkel als der Himmel.Eine große Segelbark, die wir in Bender-Bouchir geheuert haben, wirft uns hier an der Schwelle ...

Excerpt from Into Morocco Let those alone, then, accompany me in my trav els who have sometime at evening felt a thrill pass through them at the first plaintive notes of the little Arab ¿utes accompanying the drums. They are my comrades, they who have experienced that, my comrades and my brothers let them mount with me my broad-chested brown horse with ¿ying mane and tail, and I will be their guide over plains carpeted with ¿owers, across sol...

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Excerpt from Morocco It is quite near our Europe, this first of Moroccan towns, posted like a sentinel on the most northern point of Africa, one may reach it by steamboat in three or four hours, and every Winter it becomes the resort of a great number of tourists. It is very commonplace to-day, and the Sultan of Morocco, for his part, has half abandoned it to its foreign visitors, averting his eyes from it as from a town unfaithful. About th...

Excerpt from The Book of Pity and of DeathThis oravmg to struggle against death, besides - next to the desire of doing some thing of Which one believes one's self cap able - is the sole spiritual reason one has for writing at all.Among those who profess to study the works of their neighbors, there is a goodly number With Whom I have nothing in common, either in my language or my ideas. I am less than ever capable of feeling irritation against ...

Der französische Schriftsteller Pierre Loti, Verfasser unzähliger Beststeller des ausgehenden 19. und frühen 20. Jahrhunderts und Vertreter des französischen Exotismus, entführt seine Leser im vorliegenden Band in die heutige iranische Provinz Isfahan. In Form von Tagebucheinträgen beschreibt er eine Reise durch Persien. "Wer mit mir kommen und die Zeit der Rosenblüte in Ispahan sehen will, der entschließe sich, langsam in Etappen an meiner Se...

Excerpt from Ramuntcho The sad curlews, annunciators of the autumn, had just appeared in a mass in a gray squall, fleeing from the high sea under the threat of approaching tempests. At the mouth of the southern rivers, of the Adour, of the Nivelle, of the Bidassoa which runs by Spain, they wandered above the waters already cold, flying low, skimming, with their wings over the mirror-like surfaces. And their cries, at the fall of the October n...

Excerpt from IndiaThe blue sky too, enwoven with the phantasy of passing clouds, that looks so deep, is but a thin, deceptive veil that serves to screen the yawning space behind. No, this is all nothing, only the space behind is real.This empty space, this black abyss into which worlds ceaselessly fall, this kingdom that knows neither commencement nor decay, is the one eternal reality.I must yet spend some seven or eight days amidst the shinin...

Excerpt from The Daughter of HeavenIt is at this moment of the reign of kwang-su that our play takes place. The Emperor himself is the hero, and kan-you-wey figures in it under the name of F onut-in-the-forest.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technolog...

Excerpt from Disenchanted Desenchantees The only real thing in it is the high level of culture now prevailing in the harems of Turkey, and the suffering which comes of it. This suffering, more striking perhaps to my eyes as a foreigner, is already an anxiety to my dear friends the Turks, and they would fain diminish it. I, of course, do not pretend to have discovered the remedy which profound thinkers, there on the spot, are still seeking. ...

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Excerpt from Egypt A night wondrously clear and of a colour unknown to our climate, a place of dreamlike aspect, fraught with mystery. The moon of a bright silver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer ours, for it resembles in nothing what may be seen in other lands. A world in which every thing is suffused with rosy colour beneath the stars of midnight, and where granite symbols rise up, ghostlike and mot...

Excerpt from On Life's by-Ways Pierre Loti is an impressionist who cares little for psychological analysis. In this work, now offered to English readers, we have presented to us a series of word-pictures, showing forth the uniqueness of his style, at once disconnected and fascinating. We see the pictures he describes through a sort of vague, fleeting mirage, though possessed of a degree of charm, a power of evocation exercised by few living w...

Excerpt from Immortals: Madame HrysanthemeThe vein of Loti is not absolutely new, but is cer tainly novel. In him it first revealed itself in a recep tive sympathy for the rare ¿ood of experiences that his naval life brought on him, experiences Which had not fallen to the lot of Bernardin de St. Pierre or Cha teaubriand, both of Whom he resembles. But neither of those writers possessed Loti's delicate sensitiveness to exotic nature as it is re...

Excerpt from Jean Berny, Sailor Marching in the procession of the Féte-Dieu, in company with three other children attired like himself, was a very small boy, dressed to represent an angel, videlicet, in a little cambric shirt and a pair of white dove's wings fastened on his shoulders. That was in the month of June, beneath the warm, bright southern sun, in remote Provence, where it touches Italy. The other three angels were fair and trudged ...

Excerpt from Impressions I may as well admit at the outset that in speaking of Pierre Loti I give way to an inclination of the irresistible sort, express indeed a lively obligation. I am conscious of owing him that amount and that kind of pleasure as to which hesitation resides only in the difficulty of statement. He has been for me, from the hour of my making his acquaintance, one of the joys of the time, and the fact moreover of his being o...

Excerpt from An Iceland Fisherman: Pêcheur Her a Story of Love on Land and Sea AuthorHis success was great. Though a young man as yet, Loti saw his work crowned with what in France may be considered the supreme sanction: he was elected to membership in the French Academy. His name became coupled with those of Bernardin de St. Pierre and of Cha teaubriand. With the sole exception of the au thor of Pam! And Virginia and of the writer of Aid/a, h...