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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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| “Working,” the boy answered dryly, making it look as if he | ||
| wanted to concentrate on his reading. | ||
| Actually, he was thinking about shearing his sheep in front of the | ||
| merchant’s daughter, so that she could see that he was someone | ||
| who was capable of doing difficult things. He had already imagined | ||
| the scene many times; every time, the girl became fascinated when | ||
| he explained that the sheep had to be sheared from back to front. He | ||
| also tried to remember some good stories to relate as he sheared | ||
| the sheep. Most of them he had read in books, but he would tell | ||
| them as if they were from his personal experience. She would never | ||
| know the difference, because she didn’t know how to read. | ||
| Meanwhile, the old man persisted in his attempt to strike up a | ||
| conversation. He said that he was tired and thirsty, and asked if he | ||
| might have a sip of the boy’s wine. The boy offered his bottle, | ||
| hoping that the old man would leave him alone. | ||
| But the old man wanted to talk, and he asked the boy what book | ||
| he was reading. The boy was tempted to be rude, and move to | ||
| another bench, but his father had taught him to be respectful of the | ||
| elderly. So he held out the book to the man—for two reasons: first, | ||
| that he, himself, wasn’t sure how to pronounce the title; and second, | ||
| that if the old man didn’t know how to read, he would probably feel | ||
| ashamed and decide of his own accord to change benches. | ||
| “Hmm…” said the old man, looking at all sides of the book, as if it | ||
| were some strange object. “This is an important book, but it’s really | ||
| irritating.” | ||
| The boy was shocked. The old man knew how to read, and had | ||
| already read the book. And if the book was irritating, as the old man | ||
| had said, the boy still had time to change it for another. | ||
| “It’s a book that says the same thing almost all the other books in | ||
| the world say,” continued the old man. “It describes people’s | ||
| inability to choose their own Personal Legends. And it ends up | ||
| saying that everyone believes the world’s greatest lie.” | ||
| “What’s the world’s greatest lie?” the boy asked, completely | ||
| surprised. | ||
| “It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of | ||
| what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. | ||
| That’s the world’s greatest lie.” | ||
| “That’s never happened to me,” the boy said. “They wanted me | ||
| to be a priest, but I decided to become a shepherd.” | ||
| “Much better,” said the old man. “Because you really like to | ||
| travel.” | ||
| “He knew what I was thinking,” the boy said to himself. The old | ||
| man, meanwhile, was leafing through the book, without seeming to | ||
| want to return it at all. The boy noticed that the man’s clothing was | ||
| strange. He looked like an Arab, which was not unusual in those | ||
| parts. Africa was only a few hours from Tarifa; one had only to cross | ||
| the narrow straits by boat. Arabs often appeared in the city, | ||
| shopping and chanting their strange prayers several times a day. | ||
| “Where are you from?” the boy asked. | ||
| “From many places.” | ||
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