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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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| “And this is my interpretation: you must go to the Pyramids in | ||
| Egypt. I have never heard of them, but, if it was a child who showed | ||
| them to you, they exist. There you will find a treasure that will make | ||
| you a rich man.” | ||
| The boy was surprised, and then irritated. He didn’t need to seek | ||
| out the old woman for this! But then he remembered that he wasn’t | ||
| going to have to pay anything. | ||
| “I didn’t need to waste my time just for this,” he said. | ||
| “I told you that your dream was a difficult one. It’s the simple | ||
| things in life that are the most extraordinary; only wise men are | ||
| able to understand them. And since I am not wise, I have had to | ||
| learn other arts, such as the reading of palms.” | ||
| “Well, how am I going to get to Egypt?” | ||
| “I only interpret dreams. I don’t know how to turn them into | ||
| reality. That’s why I have to live off what my daughters provide me | ||
| with.” | ||
| “And what if I never get to Egypt?” | ||
| “Then I don’t get paid. It wouldn’t be the first time.” | ||
| And the woman told the boy to leave, saying she had already | ||
| wasted too much time with him.<!----> | ||
| So the boy was disappointed; he decided that he would never | ||
| again believe in dreams. He remembered that he had a number of | ||
| things he had to take care of: he went to the market for something | ||
| to eat, he traded his book for one that was thicker, and he found a | ||
| bench in the plaza where he could sample the new wine he had | ||
| bought. The day was hot, and the wine was refreshing. The sheep | ||
| were at the gates of the city, in a stable that belonged to a friend. | ||
| The boy knew a lot of people in the city. That was what made | ||
| traveling appeal to him—he always made new friends, and he didn’t | ||
| need to spend all of his time with them. When someone sees the | ||
| same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, | ||
| they wind up becoming a part of that person’s life. And then they | ||
| want the person to change. If someone isn’t what others want them | ||
| to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea | ||
| of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or | ||
| her own. | ||
| He decided to wait until the sun had sunk a bit lower in the sky | ||
| before following his flock back through the fields. Three days from | ||
| now, he would be with the merchant’s daughter. | ||
| He started to read the book he had bought. On the very first page | ||
| it described a burial ceremony. And the names of the people | ||
| involved were very difficult to pronounce. If he ever wrote a book, | ||
| he thought, he would present one person at a time, so that the | ||
| reader wouldn’t have to worry about memorizing a lot of names. | ||
| When he was finally able to concentrate on what he was reading, | ||
| he liked the book better; the burial was on a snowy day, and he | ||
| welcomed the feeling of being cold. As he read on, an old man sat | ||
| down at his side and tried to strike up a conversation. | ||
| “What are they doing?” the old man asked, pointing at the people | ||
| in the plaza. | ||
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