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| <title>the alchemist</title> | ||
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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| All this happened between sunrise and sunset, the boy thought. | ||
| He was feeling sorry for himself, and lamenting the fact that his life | ||
| could have changed so suddenly and so drastically. | ||
| He was so ashamed that he wanted to cry. He had never even | ||
| wept in front of his own sheep. But the marketplace was empty, and | ||
| he was far from home, so he wept. He wept because God was unfair, | ||
| and because this was the way God repaid those who believed in | ||
| their dreams. | ||
| When I had my sheep, I was happy, and I made those around me | ||
| happy. People saw me coming and welcomed me, he thought. But | ||
| now I’m sad and alone. I’m going to become bitter and distrustful of | ||
| people because one person betrayed me. I’m going to hate those | ||
| who have found their treasure because I never found mine. And I’m | ||
| going to hold on to what little I have, because I’m too insignificant to | ||
| conquer the world. | ||
| He opened his pouch to see what was left of his possessions; | ||
| maybe there was a bit left of the sandwich he had eaten on the ship. | ||
| But all he found was the heavy book, his jacket, and the two stones | ||
| the old man had given him. | ||
| As he looked at the stones, he felt relieved for some reason. He | ||
| had exchanged six sheep for two precious stones that had been | ||
| taken from a gold breastplate. He could sell the stones and buy a | ||
| return ticket. But this time I’ll be smarter, the boy thought, | ||
| removing them from the pouch so he could put them in his pocket. | ||
| This was a port town, and the only truthful thing his friend had told | ||
| him was that port towns are full of thieves. | ||
| Now he understood why the owner of the bar had been so upset: | ||
| he was trying to tell him not to trust that man. “I’m like everyone | ||
| else—I see the world in terms of what I would like to see happen, | ||
| not what actually does.” | ||
| He ran his fingers slowly over the stones, sensing their | ||
| temperature and feeling their surfaces. They were his treasure. Just | ||
| handling them made him feel better. They reminded him of the old | ||
| man. | ||
| “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping | ||
| you to achieve it,” he had said. | ||
| The boy was trying to understand the truth of what the old man | ||
| had said. There he was in the empty marketplace, without a cent to | ||
| his name, and with not a sheep to guard through the night. But the | ||
| stones were proof that he had met with a king—a king who knew of | ||
| the boy’s past. | ||
| “They’re called Urim and Thummim, and they can help you to | ||
| read the omens.” The boy put the stones back in the pouch and | ||
| decided to do an experiment. The old man had said to ask very clear | ||
| questions, and to do that, the boy had to know what he wanted. So, | ||
| he asked if the old man’s blessing was still with him. | ||
| He took out one of the stones. It was “yes.” | ||
| “Am I going to find my treasure?” he asked. | ||
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