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“There was already a shop selling fabrics there; another sold mangoes and lentils and yams. There was a café- no alcohol, but mint tea, and glass-water pipes of kif- that fragrant blend of tobacco and marijuana so common in Morocco. There was a market every week, selling strange and exotic fruit and vegetables brought in from the docks at Marseille, and a little bakery, selling flatbread and pancakes and sweet milk rolls and honey pastries and almond briouats.”

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Peaches for Father Francis

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Joanne Harris
Joanne Harris

Joanne Harris is a British author known for her fantasy and literary novels. Born on July 3, 1964, she graduated from the University of Cambridge. Harris's works often blend romance, mystery, and supernatural elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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“The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons- All Sizes- Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver- Self-Stirring- Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them. "Yeah, you'll be needin' one," said Hagrid, "but we gotta get yer money first." Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad...." A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium- Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand- fastest ever-" There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon....”

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“Although we had had no precise exponents of realism, yet after Pushkin it was impossible for a Russian writer to depart too far from actuality. Even those who did not know what to do with "real life" had to cope with it as best they could. Hence, in order that the picture of life should not prove too depressing, the writer must provide himself in due season with a philosophy.”

“می دانید وقتی شما منکر همه چیز شدید، به زودی به عنوان یک آدم عاقل شهرت پیدا می کنید. نیرنگ خوبی است. مردم ساده لوح فورا نتیجه می گیرند که شما از آن چیزی که انکار می کنید برتر هستید. ولی اغلب این امر صحیح نیست. اولا شما ممکن است در هر چیزی عیبی پیدا کنید. در ثانی اگر حقیقت را هم بگویید برای خودتان بدتر است، زیرا وقتی عقل شما صرفا گرفتار نفی کردن باشد فقیر می شود و می خشکد. در عین اینکه حس خودخواهی خود را ارضا می کنید، از لذت واقعی تعمق و اندیشه محروم می شوید. زندگی- ماهیت زندگی- از اندیشه ی ناچیز و سودایی شما می گریزد و کار شما به این جا می کشد که عوعو کنید و مردم را بخندانید.”