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Sherezade decide contar la verdadera historia de Simbad el marino, confesando que la narrada en las 1001 noches anteriores no era la auténtica... Simbad conoce muchos futuros descubrimientos científicos a lo largo de sus viajes, y Sherezade describe lo que el marino observa: comarcas extraordinarias, plantas de propiedades extrañas, animales parásitos, trenes, incubadoras, autómatas, la máquina de Babbage, el electrotipo, las pilas, experimentos de física, etc.

El narrador relata un suceso de la amistad que entabló con William Legrand (un hombre solitario), quien vivía en la isla con un ya liberado sirviente llamado Júpiter. En una de sus visitas a su amigo Legrand, el melancólico hombre le comentó que había encontrado un escarabajo que parecía de oro. Legrand dibujó el insecto en un pergamino y lo entregó a su amigo para que lo observara, pero su allegado solo atinó a decir que el dibujo parecía una calavera. Legrand, malhumorado, tomó el pergamino y lo examinó; finalmente guardó el pergamino en un cajón.

Sumérgete en las fascinantes "Aventuras de Arturo Gordon Pym" de Edgar Allan Poe. Este relato te llevará a un mundo de intriga, exploración y peligro en alta mar. Acompaña a Arturo Gordon Pym en su emocionante travesía a bordo de un barco ballenero, donde se enfrentará a tempestades, naufragios y encuentros aterradores. La prosa vívida y evocadora de Poe te transportará a los confines más remotos y oscuros del océano, mientras te sumerges en las profundidades de la mente humana y sus miedos más profundos.

Un male incurabile colpisce la giovane e bella Berenice, destinata ad un lento declino fisico e spirituale...

Después de sorprendernos con los cuatro títulos de la Saga Casasola y con los cuentos que conforman la Trilogía del Terror, Bernardo Esquinca nos entrega una novela que expande los límites y paisajes de su escritura.

"Some Words with a Mummy" is a satirical short story by American writer Edgar Allan Poe. It was first published in The American Review: A Whig Journal of Politics, Literature, Art and Science in April 1845. It is an important early portrayal of a revived Egyptian mummy. The narrator eats a very large amount of Welsh rabbit, accompanied by "brown stout", and then goes to bed for a night's sleep. However, he is soon awakened and taken to Doctor Ponnonner's home to witness the unwrapping of a mummy.

Von Kempelen and his Discovery (1849). First published in The Flag of Our Union, April 14, 1849. Created as a hoax during the California Gold Rush. After the very minute and elaborate paper by Arago, to say nothing of the summary in 'Silliman's Journal,' with the detailed statement just published by Lieutenant Maury, it will not be supposed, of course, that in offering a few hurried remarks in reference to Von Kempelen's discovery, I have any design to look at the subject in a scientific point of view.

Antiochus Epiphanes is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the prophet Ezekiel. This honor is, however, more properly attributable to Cambyses, the son of Cyrus. And, indeed, the character of the Syrian monarch does by no means stand in need of any adventitious embellishment.

Als der etwas verschrobene Legrand den Erzähler zu sich bittet, ahnt dieser zunächst nichts. Denn es geht ja nur um eine neue Käferart, die dieser entdeckt hat. Aber es scheint doch etwas mehr dahinter zu stecken – denn warum sollte Legrand sich sonst so merkwürdig benehmen? Zusammen mit Jupiter, einem ehemaligen Sklaven, ziehen die beiden los. Doch was ist es bloß, das Legrand zu finden sucht? Eine berühmte Abenteuergeschichte Edgar Allan Poes.

The Colloquy Of Monos And Una: Una. "Born again?" Monos. Yes, fairest and best beloved Una, "born again." These were the words upon whose mystical meaning I had so long pondered, rejecting the explanations of the priesthood, until Death himself resolved for me the secret. Una. Death! Monos. How strangely, sweet Una, you echo my words! I observe, too, a vacillation in your step — a joyous inquietude in your eyes. You are confused and oppressed by the majestic novelty of the Life Eternal. Yes, it was of Death I spoke.

It’s on my wisiting cards sure enough (and it’s them that’s all o’ pink satin paper) that inny gintleman that plases may behould the intheristhing words, “Sir Pathrick O’Grandison, Barronitt, 39 Southampton Row, Russell Square, Parrish o’ Bloomsbury.” And shud ye be wantin to diskiver who is the pink of purliteness quite, and the laider of the hot tun in the houl city o’London — why it’s jist meself.

"The Devil in the Belfry" is a satirical short story by Edgar Allan Poe. It was first published in 1839. In an isolated town called Vondervotteimittiss (wonder-what-time-it-is), the punctilious inhabitants seem to be concerned with nothing but clocks and cabbage. This methodical, boring and quiet little borough is devastated by the arrival of a devilish figure playing a big fiddle who comes straight down from a hill, goes into the bell tower, brutally attacks the belfry-man and rings thirteen o'clock, to the horror of the town's inhabitants.

Another of the tales submitted in 1831 to the Saturday Courier, this story is a harmless buffoonery upon a very old theme. The attitude of Jews toward swine has frequently seemed amusing to those who do not share it. Poe made the most of a historical incident in which some ancient Romans played a clever trick upon the defenders of Jerusalem.

Shadow. A Fable: Ye who read are still among the living, but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange things shall happen, and secret things be known, and many centuries shall pass away ere these memorials be seen of men. And when seen there will be some to disbelieve, and some to doubt, and yet a few who will find much to ponder upon in the characters here graven with a stylus of iron.

Since the world began there have been two Jeremys. The one wrote a Jeremiad about usury, and was called Jeremy Bentham. He has been much admired by Mr. John Neal, and was a great man in a small way. The other gave name to the most important of the Exact Sciences, and was entitled Jeremy Diddler. He was a great man in a great way — I may say, indeed, in the very greatest of ways.

"The Angel of the Odd" is a satirical short story by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1844 in The Columbian Lady's and Gentleman's Magazine . The story follows an unnamed narrator who reads a story about a man who died after accidentally sucking a needle down his throat while playing a game known as "puff the dart". He rages at the gullibility of humanity for believing such a hoax. He vows never to fall for such odd stories. Just then, a strange-looking creature made of a keg and wine bottles appears.

"La musique," says Marmontel, with the same odd confusion of thought and language which leads him to give his very equivocal narratives the title of "Contes Moraux" — "la musique est le seul des talens qui jouissent de lui même; tous les autres veulent des temoins." He here confounds the pleasure derivable from sweet sounds with the capacity for creating them.

From his cradle to his grave a gale of prosperity bore my friend Ellison along. Nor do I use the word prosperity in its mere worldly sense. I mean it as synonymous with happiness. The person of whom I speak seemed born for the purpose of foreshadowing the doctrines of Turgot, Price, Priestley and Condorcet — of exemplifying by individual instance what has been deemed the chimera of the perfectionists.

During a pedestrian tour last summer through one or two of the river counties of New York, the narrator finds himself lost as day declines, the land undulating remarkably and his path winding confusedly through valleys in effort to keep in them. A smoky mist, resembling that of Indian summer, enveloped all things and added to his uncertainty. Not caring much about the matter, he remained unconcerned, prepared to bivouac in the open air with his knapsack for a pillow and his hound as a sentry.

The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent. - “Listen to me,” said the Demon, as he placed his hand upon my head. “The region of which I speak is a dreary region in Libya, by the borders of the river Zäire. And there is no quiet there, nor silence.