The Ringmasters Daughter

The Ringmasters Daughter

Jostein Gaarder

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0297829238

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Ringmasters Daughter

Jostein Gaarder

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0297829238

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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author's skill is simply to keep this kernel of factual information back. The detective must spend time - and use cunning - to arrive at the solution. That's what the readers like. Piece by piece, the investigator gets a better idea of what has actually happened. He must also be decoyed up blind alleys, but as the picture gradually becomes clearer and more complete, the readers feel clever, they believe that they have helped to solve the case themselves. I learnt from dreams as well. A dream

norms can be turned upside down within a single generation. In the fifties and sixties you couldn't go round with impunity saying you wanted to be famous when you grew up. You were grateful to become a doctor or a policeman. If you did aspire to fame, you'd have to explain exactly what you wanted to be famous for: the contribution had to precede the fame. This doesn't happen now. First you decide to be famous, then as an afterthought, how you'll achieve it. Whether you deserve the fame or not is

were man and woman and all their carnal instincts were intact. They felt no bashfulness or inhibition, because without souls there was nothing that could tame or control their lust, let alone place it in a wider context. The meeting between Pablo and Linda resulted in pregnancy and childbirth, and the remarkable thing was that their child was a perfectly normal girl with a soul as well as a life. But as people said: what was so remarkable about a vacant soul entering a child of soulless parents?

I thought was a strange choice, so I answered with the much more apposite 'Tower aria'. But she went on with 'Tosca's Prayer': Perche, perche, Signore? I appreciated her familiarity with operatic literature. It didn't surprise me, but I appreciated it. I don't know why I suddenly began singing an old nursery rhyme, perhaps it was because I felt so happy. It hadn't entered my mind since I was a boy, but the words went: Little Petter Spider, he climbed on to my hat. Then down came the rain and

inviting him. I had certain vague, almost dreamlike impressions of things that had happened in the flat before my father left. It is possible to remember the atmosphere of a dream without actually being able to break the dream itself. I knew there was something cold and hard that I was trying to repress, and so well did I consign it to oblivion that I could no longer remember what it was I was trying to forget. The only thing I recalled about that time was some mysterious things I'd dreamt

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