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+    <title>the alchemist</title>
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+        <h6>Author</h6>
+        <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1>
+        <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6>
+       <p id="paragraph">
+           I left my father, my mother, and the town castle behind. They
+            have gotten used to my being away, and so have I. The sheep will get
+            used to my not being there, too, the boy thought.
+            From where he sat, he could observe the plaza. People continued
+            to come and go from the baker’s shop. A young couple sat on the
+            bench where he had talked with the old man, and they kissed.
+            “That baker…” he said to himself, without completing the
+            thought. The levanter was still getting stronger, and he felt its force
+            on his face. That wind had brought the Moors, yes, but it had also
+            brought the smell of the desert and of veiled women. It had brought
+            with it the sweat and the dreams of men who had once left to search
+            for the unknown, and for gold and adventure—and for the
+            Pyramids. The boy felt jealous of the freedom of the wind, and saw
+            that he could have the same freedom. There was nothing to hold
+            him back except himself. The sheep, the merchant’s daughter, and
+            the fields of Andalusia were only steps along the way to his Personal
+            Legend.
+            The next day, the boy met the old man at noon. He brought six
+            sheep with him.
+            “I’m surprised,” the boy said. “My friend bought all the other
+            sheep immediately. He said that he had always dreamed of being a
+            shepherd, and that it was a good omen.”
+            “That’s the way it always is,” said the old man. “It’s called the
+            principle of favorability. When you play cards the first time, you are
+            almost sure to win. Beginner’s luck.”
+            “Why is that?”
+            “Because there is a force that wants you to realize your Personal
+            Legend; it whets your appetite with a taste of success.”
+            Then the old man began to inspect the sheep, and he saw that
+            one was lame. The boy explained that it wasn’t important, since that
+            sheep was the most intelligent of the flock, and produced the most
+            wool.
+            “Where is the treasure?” he asked.
+            “It’s in Egypt, near the Pyramids.”
+            The boy was startled. The old woman had said the same thing.
+            But she hadn’t charged him anything.
+            “In order to find the treasure, you will have to follow the omens.
+            God has prepared a path for everyone to follow. You just have to
+            read the omens that he left for you.”
+            Before the boy could reply, a butterfly appeared and fluttered
+            between him and the old man. He remembered something his
+            grandfather had once told him: that butterflies were a good omen.
+            Like crickets, and like grasshoppers; like lizards and four-leaf
+            clovers.
+            “That’s right,” said the old man, able to read the boy’s thoughts.
+            “Just as your grandfather taught you. These are good omens.”
+            The old man opened his cape, and the boy was struck by what he
+            saw. The old man wore a breastplate of heavy gold, covered with
+            precious stones. The boy recalled the brilliance he had noticed on
+            the previous day.
+            He really was a king! He must be disguised to avoid encounters
+            with thieves.
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+       <h5 class="pageNumber">Page 12</h5>
+       <a href="alchemist11.html" class="previous">&laquo; Previous</a>
+       <a href="alchemist13.html" class="next">Next &raquo;</a>
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