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Category： Author：Charles Reade
I will frame a work of fiction upon notorious fact, so that anybody shall think he can do the same; shall labor and toil attempting the same, and fail—such is the power of sequence and connection in writing.
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Category： Author：Stephen Crane史蒂芬·克莱恩
《The Open Boat 海上扁舟》表现四个人在危难时相互理解，相互帮助，不屈不挠与冷酷的大自然搏斗。
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Category： Author：Leo Tolstoy
Again war. Again sufferings, necessary to nobody, utterly uncalled for; again fraud; again the universal stupefaction and brutalization of men.
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Category： Author：novel
I often stopped for a chat at this point and I was acquainted with most of the men of P. division on whom the duty devolved from time to time. It was a lonely spot at night when the residents in the neighborhood had retired, so that the darkened houses seemed to withdraw yet farther into the gardens separating them from the highroad. A...
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Category： Author：novel
When Christmas has passed it is useless to make believe that it is not winter, even if the snow has merely come in little flurries quickly disappearing in the leaves that now lie suppliant with brown palms curved upward.
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Category： Author：novel
Nature chose the spring of the year for the time of John Burroughs's birth. A little before the day when the wake-robin shows itself, that the observer might be on hand for the sight, he was born in Roxbury, Delaware County, New York, on the western borders of the Catskill Mountains; the precise date was April 3, 1837. Until 1863...
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Category： Author：novel
"Feetch!" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, "I want results!" Heads lifted over boards. Kalvin Feetch shrunk visibly.
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Category： Author：novel
\"This is the third time I\'ve found you poring over that old rhyme. What is the charm, Richard? Not its poetry I fancy.\" And the young wife laid a slender hand on the yellow, time-worn page where, in Old English text, appeared the lines she laughed at.
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Category： Author：novel
THE children’s room of the Library was very still. Once in a while a murmur arose at the delivery desk, or some squeaky-shoed small feet crossed from open shelves to reading table. Occasionally a helpful child leaned across to another and whispered, “That’s a dandy book. Have you read the rest of them?” But all of these minor sounds we...
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Category： Author：novel
\"It\'s ever so much better than my room—twice as big, to begin with. Then, my carpet looks as if it had come down through several generations. I\'ll bet the old lady had it when she was first married. As for a mirror, I\'ve got a seven-by-nine looking-glass that I have to look into twice before I can see my whole face. As for the bed...
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