When The Gods Laughed Classic Reprint

Excerpt from When the Gods Laughed N hills much higher than those above Boulogne the Gods sit whispering, cheek to jowl, as they mould men's destinies. Sometimes they lift a stripling beside them, cosset him, and let him stay. But more often when stalwart youths come before them-some with the rippling muscles of the pentathlon, some with books under their arms, others through the grime on whose cheeks beads of sweat trickle the Gods laugh quietly behind their hands, like well bred Gods, and cast them into the Melting Pot, whence few emerge. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Little Gods Laugh a Novel He shook hands with Mrs. Haight, who greeted him most cordially. In spite of his sixty years he was still eligible, and Geraldine's continued spinsterhood was becoming a matter of grave concern to her mother. Turning now to the young girl, he added with a little smile: You and I will arrange the details later, Mrs. Carton. Nita couldn't wait to settle any thing! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from When God Laughs: And Other Stories From all this it must not be inferred that Carquinez, who is my dear friend and dearer comrade, was a sot. Far from it. He rarely erred. As I have said, he was an artist. He knew when he had enough, and enough, with him, was equilibrium - the equilibrium that is yours and mine when we are sober. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Gods Are Just Faith! We are like the last act of a comedy. Where the couples pair said the shorter of the two. Mr. Wenhaston, I must again ask pardon for making use of your father's house when my business is with Mr. Mare, My name is St. Edmond; some people call me Amazon, and I have come into Suffolk to look for an old acquaint ance of my father, who was well known in these parts thirty or forty years ago. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Gods Oh God! Have mercy upon us poor miserable sinners have mercy mercy. Send down thy lightnings upon the stiff-necked and wicked. The boy found himself checked into a consciousness through which began to steal, irrelevantly, questions - the questions he was beginning to ask God. Who was God? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

I folded the book on my thumb and sat there silent and without moving for along time. I was stunned by the clearness of vision the verse had imparted to me. Itwas illumination. It was like a bolt of God's lightning in the Pit. They would keepLove, the fickle sprite, the forerunner of young life-young life that is imperative tobe born!"I conned the lines over in my mind-'Not yet, sometime'-'O Love, not yet'-'Feedit with lipless kisses, let it sleep.' And I laughed aloud, ha, ha! I saw with white visiontheir blameless souls. They were children. They did not understand. They playedwith Nature's fire and bedded with a naked sword. They laughed at the gods. Theywould stop the cosmic sap. They had invented a system, and brought it to thegaming-table of life, and expected to win out. 'Beware!' I cried. 'The gods are behindthe table. They make new rules for every system that is devised. You have nochance to win.'"But I did not so cry to them. I waited. They would learn that their system wasworthless and throw it away. They would be content with whatever happiness thegods gave them and not strive to wrest more away."I watched. I said nothing. The months continued to come and go, and still thefamine-edge of their love grew the sharper. Never did they dull it with a permittedlove-clasp. They ground and whetted it on self-denial, and sharper and sharper itgrew. This went on until even I doubted. Did the gods sleep? I wondered. Or werethey dead? I laughed to myself. The man and the woman had made a miracle. Theyhad outwitted God. They had shamed the flesh, and blackened the face of the goodEarth Mother. They had played with her fire and not been burned. They wereimmune. They were themselves gods, knowing good from evil and tasting not. 'Wasthis the way gods came to be?' I asked myself. 'I am a frog, ' I said. 'But for my mudlidded eyes I should have been blinded by the brightness of this wonder I havewitnessed. I have puffed myself up with my wisdom and passed judgment upongods.'"Yet even in this, my latest wisdom, I was wrong. They were not gods. They wereman and woman-soft clay that sighed and thrilled, shot through with desire, thumbed with strange weaknesses which the gods have no

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