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7179979The Human Chordhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-human-chord-9781219413200/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6720960/image.jpg?v=6387007404766000001919MXNPrabhat PrakashanInStock/Ebooks/<p>As a boy he constructed so vividly in imagination that he came to believe in the living reality of his creations: for everybody and everything he found namesreal names. Inside him somewhere stretched immense playgrounds, compared to which the hay-fields and lawns of his fathers estate seemed trivial: plains without horizon, seas deep enough to float the planets like corks, and "such tremendous forests" with "trees like tall pointed hilltops." He had only to close his eyes, drop his thoughts inwards, sink after them himself, call aloud andsee.His imagination conceived and boreworlds; but nothing in these worlds became alive until he discovered its true and living name. The name was the breath of life; and, sooner or later, he invariably found it.Once, having terrified his sister by affirming that a little man he had created would come through her window at night and weave a peaked cap for himself by pulling out all her hairs "that hadnt gone to sleep with the rest of her body," he took characteristic measures to protect her from the said depredations. He sat up the entire night on the lawn beneath her window to watch, believing firmly that what his imagination had made alive would come to pass.</p>...6835222The Human Chord1919https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-human-chord-9781219413200/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6720960/image.jpg?v=638700740476600000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20099781219413200_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_<p>As a boy he constructed so vividly in imagination that he came to believe in the living reality of his creations: for everybody and everything he found namesreal names. Inside him somewhere stretched immense playgrounds, compared to which the hay-fields and lawns of his fathers estate seemed trivial: plains without horizon, seas deep enough to float the planets like corks, and "such tremendous forests" with "trees like tall pointed hilltops." He had only to close his eyes, drop his thoughts inwards, sink after them himself, call aloud andsee.His imagination conceived and boreworlds; but nothing in these worlds became alive until he discovered its true and living name. The name was the breath of life; and, sooner or later, he invariably found it.Once, having terrified his sister by affirming that a little man he had created would come through her window at night and weave a peaked cap for himself by pulling out all her hairs "that hadnt gone to sleep with the rest of her body," he took characteristic measures to protect her from the said depredations. He sat up the entire night on the lawn beneath her window to watch, believing firmly that what his imagination had made alive would come to pass.</p>...9781219413200_Prabhat Prakashanlibro_electonico_9781219413200_9781219413200Algernon BlackwoodInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/prabhatbooks-epub-1662e54f-b717-4d19-accc-0cba5e689c3a.epub2009-12-15T00:00:00+00:00Prabhat Prakashan