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Feb 4, 2024 · The Lost World, by A. Conan Doyle (London, 1912), in 324 bookmarked and searchable pdf pages. Attached to the document is a multilingual HTML version.
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
- CHAPTER I. "There Are Heroisms All Round Us"
- CHAPTER II. "Try Your Luck with Professor Challenger"
- EDWARD D. MALONE."
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- CHAPTER III. "He is a Perfectly Impossible Person"
- "ENMORE PARK, W.
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- CHAPTER IV. "It's Just the very Biggest Thing in the World"
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- CHAPTER V. "Question!"
- CHAPTER VI. "I was the Flail of the Lord"
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- CHAPTER VII. "To−morrow we Disappear into the Unknown"
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- CHAPTER VIII. "The Outlying Pickets of the New World"
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- CHAPTER IX. "Who could have Foreseen it?"
- CHAPTER X. "The most Wonderful Things have Happened"
- CHAPTER XI. "For once I was the Hero"
- CHAPTER XII. "It was Dreadful in the Forest"
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- CHAPTER XIII. "A Sight which I shall Never Forget"
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- CHAPTER XIV. "Those Were the Real Conquests"
- CHAPTER XV. "Our Eyes have seen Great Wonders"
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- CHAPTER XVI. "A Procession! A Procession!"
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The Lost World The Lost World Sir Arthur Conan Doyle II have wrought my simple plan If I give one hour of joy To the boy who's half a man, Or the man who's half a boy. Foreword Mr. E. D. Malone desires to state that both the injunction for restraint and the libel action have been withdrawn unreservedly by Professor G. E. Challenger, who, being...
Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,−−a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good−natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father−in−law. I am convinced that he really believed in his heart t...
II always liked McArdle, the crabbed, old, round−backed, red−headed news editor, and I rather hoped that he liked me. Of course, Beaumont was the real boss; but he lived in the rarefied atmosphere of some Olympian height from which he could distinguish nothing smaller than an international crisis or a split in the Cabinet. Sometimes we saw him pass...
"How's that?" I asked, triumphantly. "Well if your conscience can stand it−−−−" "It has never failed me yet." "But what do you mean to do?" "To get there. Once I am in his room I may see some opening. I may even go the length of open confession. If he is a sportsman he will be tickled." "Tickled, indeed! He's much more likely to...
what you'll want. Well, good−bye. I'll have the answer for you here on Wednesday morning−−if he ever deigns to answer you. He is a violent, dangerous, cantankerous character, hated by everyone who comes across him, and the butt of the students, so far as they dare take a liberty with him. Perhaps it would be best for you if you never heard from the...
My friend's fear or hope was not destined to be realized. When I called on Wednesday there was a letter with the West Kensington postmark upon it, and my name scrawled across the envelope in a handwriting which looked like a barbed−wire railing. The contents were as follows:−−
"SIR,−−I have duly received your note, in which you claim to endorse my views, although I am not aware that they are dependent upon endorsement either from you or anyone else. You have ventured to use the word `speculation' with regard to my statement upon the subject of Darwinism, and I would call your attention to the fact that such a word in suc...
"This man attacked me," said I. "Did you attack him?" asked the policeman. The Professor breathed hard and said nothing. "It's not the first time, either," said the policeman, severely, shaking his head. "You were in trouble last month for the same thing. You've blackened this young man's eye. Do you give him in charge, sir?" I rele...
Hardly was it shut when Mrs. Challenger darted out from the dining−room. The small woman was in a furious temper. She barred her husband's way like an enraged chicken in front of a bulldog. It was evident that she had seen my exit, but had not observed my return. "You brute, George!" she screamed. "You've hurt that nice young man." He jerke...
"And I may come?" I asked eagerly. "Why, surely," he answered, cordially. He had an enormously massive genial manner, which was almost as overpowering as his violence. His smile of benevolence was a wonderful thing, when his cheeks would suddenly bunch into two red apples, between his half−closed eyes and his great black beard. "By all means, c...
What with the physical shocks incidental to my first interview with Professor Challenger and the mental ones which accompanied the second, I was a somewhat demoralized journalist by the time I found myself in Enmore Park once more. In my aching head the one thought was throbbing that there really was truth in this man's story, that it was of tremen...
Lord John Roxton and I turned down Vigo Street together and through the dingy portals of the famous aristocratic rookery. At the end of a long drab passage my new acquaintance pushed open a door and turned on an electric switch. A number of lamps shining through tinted shades bathed the whole great room before us in a ruddy radiance. Standing in th...
liner from which the blue−peter is flying. In front of them a porter pushes a trolley piled high with trunks, wraps, and gun−cases. Professor Summerlee, a long, melancholy figure, walks with dragging steps and drooping head, as one who is already profoundly sorry for himself. Lord John Roxton steps briskly, and his thin, eager face beams forth betw...
II will not bore those whom this narrative may reach by an account of our luxurious voyage upon the Booth liner, nor will I tell of our week's stay at Para (save that I should wish to acknowledge the great kindness of the Pereira da Pinta Company in helping us to get together our equipment). I will also allude very briefly to our river journey, up ...
were all solemnly sworn to the same effect. It is for this reason that I am compelled to be vague in my narrative, and I would warn my readers that in any map or diagram which I may give the relation of places to each other may be correct, but the points of the compass are carefully confused, so that in no way can it be taken as an actual guide to ...
Our friends at home may well rejoice with us, for we are at our goal, and up to a point, at least, we have shown that the statement of Professor Challenger can be verified. We have not, it is true, ascended the plateau, but it lies before us, and even Professor Summerlee is in a more chastened mood. Not that he will for an instant admit that his ri...
His colleague was staring at the spot where the creature had disappeared. "What do you claim that it was?" he asked. "To the best of my belief, a pterodactyl." Summerlee burst into derisive laughter "A pter−fiddlestick!" said he. "It was a stork, if ever I saw one." Challenger was too furious to speak. He simply swung his pack upon ...
AA dreadful thing has happened to us. Who could have foreseen it? I cannot foresee any end to our troubles. It may be that we are condemned to spend our whole lives in this strange, inaccessible place. I am still so confused that I can hardly think clearly of the facts of the present or of the chances of the future. To my astounded senses the one s...
The most wonderful things have happened and are continually happening to us. All the paper that I possess consists of five old note−books and a lot of scraps, and I have only the one stylographic pencil; but so long as I can move my hand I will continue to set down our experiences and impressions, for, since we are the only men of the whole human r...
Lord John Roxton was right when he thought that some specially toxic quality might lie in the bite of the horrible creatures which had attacked us. On the morning after our first adventure upon the plateau, both Summerlee and I were in great pain and fever, while Challenger's knee was so bruised that he could hardly limp. We kept to our camp all da...
II have said−−or perhaps I have not said, for my memory plays me sad tricks these days−−that I glowed with pride when three such men as my comrades thanked me for having saved, or at least greatly helped, the situation. As the youngster of the party, not merely in years, but in experience, character, knowledge, and all that goes to make a man, I ha...
know the truth, in case you never hear again from your unfortunate correspondent. To−night I am too weary and too depressed to make my plans. To−morrow I must think out some way by which I shall keep in touch with this camp, and yet search round for any traces of my unhappy friends.
Just as the sun was setting upon that melancholy night I saw the lonely figure of the Indian upon the vast plain beneath me, and I watched him, our one faint hope of salvation, until he disappeared in the rising mists of evening which lay, rose−tinted from the setting sun, between the far−off river and me. It was quite dark when I at last turne...
And the Professor, much eased in his mind, settled down to his slumber once more.
We had imagined that our pursuers, the ape−men, knew nothing of our brush−wood hiding−place, but we were soon to find out our mistake. There was no sound in the woods−−not a leaf moved upon the trees, and all was peace around us−−but we should have been warned by our first experience how cunningly and how patiently these creatures can watch and wai...
II write this from day to day, but I trust that before I come to the end of it, I may be able to say that the light shines, at last, through our clouds. We are held here with no clear means of making our escape, and bitterly we chafe against it. Yet, I can well imagine that the day may come when we may be glad that we were kept, against our will, t...
should best describe it, my eyes fell upon the issue of my own Journal for the morning of the 8th of November with the full and excellent account of my friend and fellow−reporter Macdona. What can I do better than transcribe his narrative−−head−lines and all? I admit that the paper was exuberant in the matter, out of compliment to its own enterpris...
should best describe it, my eyes fell upon the issue of my own Journal for the morning of the 8th of November with the full and excellent account of my friend and fellow−reporter Macdona. What can I do better than transcribe his narrative−−head−lines and all? I admit that the paper was exuberant in the matter, out of compliment to its own enterpris...
should best describe it, my eyes fell upon the issue of my own Journal for the morning of the 8th of November with the full and excellent account of my friend and fellow−reporter Macdona. What can I do better than transcribe his narrative−−head−lines and all? I admit that the paper was exuberant in the matter, out of compliment to its own enterpris...
Oct 26, 2017 · It is a story that beautifully weaves together the voice of the Nobel Prize-winning Polish novelist Olga Tokarczuk and the finely detailed pen-and-ink drawings of illustrator Joanna Concejo, who together create a parallel narrative universe full of secrets, evocative of another time.
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The Beginning. In the beginning, the Gods were bored. There was nothing to do any more. They had made their world and their creatures. They had played and built things and flooded things and dried things. And now they were bored. The souls of the people weren’t bored. They had memories to hold on to and stories to tell.
The Lost Soul is a simple story about what happens when we are forced to wait for the little feet of our inner child to catch up with the hurried pace of life. John, as his name suggests, could be anyone.
Feb 24, 2021 · The following is excerpted from the Olga Tokarczuk's book for all ages, The Lost Soul , translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones and illustrated by Joanna Concejo.
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