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Books with author Lirienne Barjavel

  • Siddhartha

    Hermann Hesse, Lirienne Barjavel

    Paperback (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, )
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  • The Island of Doctor Moreau

    HG Wells, Lirienne Barjavel

    Paperback (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, June 15, 2017)
    Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blasphemy from the companion hatchway, and the deformed man with the black face came up hurriedly. He was immediately followed by a heavy red-haired man in a white cap. At the sight of the former the staghounds, who had all tired of barking at me by this time, became furiously excited, howling and leaping against their chains. The black hesitated before them, and this gave the red-haired man time to come up with him and deliver a tremendous blow between the shoulder-blades. The poor devil went down like a felled ox, and rolled in the dirt among the furiously excited dogs. It was lucky for him that they were muzzled. The red-haired man gave a yawp of exultation and stood staggering, and as it seemed to me in serious danger of either going backwards down the companion hatchway or forwards upon his victim. So soon as the second man had appeared, Montgomery had started forward. ‘Steady on there!’ he cried, in a tone of remonstrance. A couple of sailors appeared on the forecastle. The black-faced man, howling in a singular voice rolled about under the feet of the dogs. No one attempted to help him. The brutes did their best to worry him, butting their muzzles at him. There was a quick dance of their lithe grey-figured bodies over the clumsy, prostrate figure. The sailors forward shouted, as though it was admirable sport. Montgomery gave an angry exclamation, and went striding down the deck, and I followed him. The black-faced man scrambled up and staggered forward, going and leaning over the bulwark by the main shrouds, where he remained, panting and glaring over his shoulder at the dogs. The red-haired man laughed a satisfied laugh. ‘Look here, Captain,’ said Montgomery, with his lisp a little accentuated, gripping the elbows of the red-haired man, ‘this won’t do!’ I stood behind Montgomery. The captain came half round, and regarded him with the dull and solemn eyes of a drunken man. ‘Wha’ won’t do?’ he said, and added, after looking sleepily into Montgomery’s face for a minute, ‘Blasted Sawbones!’ With a sudden movement he shook his arm free, and after two ineffectual attempts stuck his freckled fists into his side pockets. ‘That man’s a passenger,’ said Montgomery. ‘I’d advise you to keep your hands off him.’ ‘Go to hell!’ said the captain, loudly. He suddenly turned and staggered towards the side. ‘Do what I like on my own ship,’ he said. I think Montgomery might have left him then, seeing the brute was drunk; but he only turned a shade paler, and followed the captain to the bulwarks.
  • Northanger Abbey

    Jane Austen, Lirienne Barjavel

    Paperback (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, May 19, 2017)
    During an eventful season at Bath, young, naïve Catherine Morland experiences the joys of fashionable society for the first time. She is delighted with her new acquaintances: flirtatious Isabella, who shares Catherine's love of Gothic romance and horror, and sophisticated Henry and Eleanor Tilney, who invite her to their father's mysterious
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  • The Metamorphosis

    Franz Kafka, Lirienne Barjavel

    Paperback (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, June 4, 2017)
    K. was informed by telephone that there would be a small hearing concerning his case the following Sunday. He was made aware that these cross examinations would follow one another regularly, perhaps not every week but quite frequently. On the one hand it was in everyone’s interest to bring proceedings quickly to their conclusion, but on the other hand every aspect of the examinations had to be carried out thoroughly without lasting too long because of the associated stress. For these reasons, it had been decided to hold a series of brief examinations following on one after another. Sunday had been chosen as the day for the hearings so that K. would not be disturbed in his professional work. It was assumed that he would be in agreement with this, but if he wished for another date then, as far as possible, he would be accommodated. Cross-examinations could even be held in the night, for instance, but K. would probably not be fresh enough at that time. Anyway, as long as K. made no objection, the hearing would be left on Sundays. It was a matter of course that he would have to appear without fail, there was probably no need to point this out to him. He would be given the number of the building where he was to present himself, which was in a street in a suburb well away from the city centre which K. had never been to before. Once he had received this notice, K. hung up the receiver without giving an answer; he had decided immediately to go there that Sunday, it was certainly necessary, proceedings had begun and he had to face up to it, and this first examination would probably also be the last. He was still standing in thought by the telephone …