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The Myterious Stranger (in English)
Ballin, G-Ph ; Twain, Mark
Synopsis "The Myterious Stranger (in English)"
The Mysterious Stranger CHAPTER I IT was in 1590-winter. Austria was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even set it away back centuries upon centuries and said that by the mental and spiritual clock it was still the Age of Belief in Austria. But they meant it as a compliment, not a slur, and it was so taken, and we were all proud of it. I remember it well, although I was only a boy; and I remember, too, the pleasure it gave me. Yes, Austria was far from the world, and asleep, and our village was in the middle of that sleep, being in the middle of Austria. It drowsed in peace in the deep privacy of a hilly and woodsy solitude where news from the world hardly ever came to disturb its dreams, and was infinitely content. At its front flowed the tranquil river, its surface painted with cloud-forms and the reflections of drifting arks and stone-boats; behind it rose the woody steeps to the base of the lofty precipice; from the top of the precipice frowned a vast castle, its long stretch of towers and bastions mailed in vines; beyond the river, a league to the left, was a tumbled expanse of forest-clothed hills cloven by winding gorges where the sun never penetrated; and to the right a precipice overlooked the river, and between it and the hills just spoken of lay a far-reaching plain dotted with little homesteads nested among orchards and shade trees. The whole region for leagues around was the hereditary property of a prince, whose servants kept the castle always in perfect condition for occupancy, but neither he nor his family came there oftener than once in five years. When they came it was as if the lord of the world had arrived, and had brought all the glories of its kingdoms along; and when they went they left a calm behind which was like the deep sleep which follows an orgy......
Samuel Langhorne Clemens, más conocido como Mark Twain, ha pasado a la historia de la literatura gracias al ingenio, humor y picardía que destila su obra. A menudo considerado el Dickens estadounidense, Twain fue periodista, tipógrafo, escritor y, sobre todo, un aventurero incansable. Su sed de aventuras lo llevó en un largo periplo lleno de experiencias: fue aprendiz de piloto, buscó fortuna en las minas de plata, recorrió el mundo dando conferencias y fue nombrado doctor honoris causa por la universidad de Oxford. Todo ello lo inspiró para empezar a escribir pequeños cuadernos de viaje que publicaba en la prensa. Se calcula que llegó a escribir más de 500 obras, entre las que destacan _Las aventuras de Huckelberry Finn_ y _Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer_: dos novelas en las que Twain evoca una infancia inocente y feliz, en la que brillan la ilusión y la rebeldía que preceden a la edad adulta. Mark Twain nació durante una de las apariciones del cometa Halley, y predijo que “se marcharía con él”. Efectivamente, el autor nos dejó el 21 de abril de 1910, a la estela de una nueva visita del cometa.
