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The Jungle Book

This novel, originally published in 1894, is a blend of adventure, fantasy, and anthropomorphism. It features a young boy named Mowgli who grows up in the wild, learning the ways of the jungle and forming deep friendships with animals such as Bagheera the black panther and Baloo the bear. The story explores themes of identity, survival, and the struggle between civilization and nature. more

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Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling was a British poet, short-story writer, and novelist, known for his works reflecting British imperialism and his experiences in India. His most famous works include 'The Jungle Book' and 'Kim'. more

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“Montag shook his head. He looked at a blank wall. The girl's face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it had to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.”

“A lot of corpses woke up every morning from their graves. Stood in front of the mirror and wore the masks which made them look alive. Stuck in the vicious circle of death. Scared to break out and scared of falling into the infinite pit of darkness, they beat down their souls that were fighting for an escape, mercilessly every day. They walked out into the world with pain, only to return back to the home, which did not feel like a home anymore, again in the night. They removed their masks in front of the mirror, stared into those empty eyes and walked back to their graves silently, with the fear of waking up again next day and with nothing to celebrate in their heart.”