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9780307270870

Love Stories

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  • ISBN13:

    9780307270870

  • ISBN10:

    0307270874

  • Format: Hardcover
  • Copyright: 2009-01-13
  • Publisher: Everyman's Library

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A new anthology of literary love storiesthe third collection in the appealing Pocket Classics formatperfect for Valentine's Day. Here are nineteen stories from a rich array of writers, and here is every kind of romantic entanglement: from the raw, erotic passion of D. H. Lawrence and Colette to the wickedly cynical comedy of Dorothy Parker and Roald Dahl, from the yearnings of unrequited romantic illusions in F. Scott Fitzgerald's "Winter Dreams" to the agonizing madness of jealousy in Vladimir Nabokov's "That in Aleppo Once . . ." The objects of passion in these stories range from a glamorous silent-movie starlet in Elizabeth Bowen's haunting "Dead Mabelle" to an emotionally opaque heart surgeon in Margaret Atwood's "Bluebeard's Egg." Jhumpa Lahiri plumbs the depths of despair between a husband and wife separated by tragedy, while Lorrie Moore movingly portrays a husband and wife for whom tragedy becomes a bond. Katherine Mansfield, Tobias Wolff, and William Trevor explore the intricacies of long-term relationships, while Guy de Maupassant, Italo Calvino, and T. C. Boyle portray the initial, elemental force of love. A collection as alluring, moving, and intoxicating as its timeless theme.

Author Biography

Diana Secker Tesdell is the editor of the Everyman’s Pocket Classics anthology Christmas Stories and the Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets anthology Lullabies and Poems for Children.

Table of Contents

Guy de Maupassant,Clair de Lune Italo Calvino,Blood
Boyle,Swept Away Elizabeth Bowen,Dead Mabelle
Winter Dreams Colette,Armande
The Horse Dealer’s Daughter Roald Dahl
García Márquez
The Woman Who Came at Six
Immortality Dorothy Parker,Here We Are
The Stranger Tobias Wolff,Lady’s Dream
Bluebeard’s Egg
‘That In Aleppo Once .’
The Room
A Temporary Matter Lorrie Moore
Acknowledgments
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GUY DE MAUPASSANT

CLAIR DE LUNE

Abbe´ Marignan's martial name suited him well. He was a tall, thin priest, fanatic, excitable, yet upright. All his beliefs were fixed, never varying.He believed sincerely that he knew his God, understoodHis plans, desires and intentions.

When he walked with long strides along the garden walk of his little country parsonage, he would sometimes ask himself the question: 'Why has God done this?' And he would dwell on this continually, putting himself in the place of God, and he almost invariably found an answer. He would never have cried out in an outburst of pious humility: 'Thy ways, O Lord, are past finding out.'

He said to himself: 'I am the servant of God; it is right for me to know the reason of His deeds, or to guess it if I do not know it.'

Everything in nature seemed to him to have been created in accordance with an admirable and absolute logic. The 'whys' and 'becauses' always balanced. Dawn was given to make our awakening pleasant, the days to ripen the harvest, the rains to moisten it, the evenings for preparation for slumber, and the dark nights for sleep.

The four seasons corresponded perfectly to the needs of agriculture, and no suspicion had ever come to the priest of the fact that nature has no intentions; that, on the contrary, everything which exists must conform to the hard demands of seasons, climates and matter.

But he hated woman - hated her unconsciously, and despised her by instinct. He often repeated the words of Christ: 'Woman, what have I to do with thee?' and he would add: 'It seems as though God, Himself, were dissatisfied with this work of His.' She was the tempter who led the first man astray, and who since then had ever been busy with her work of damnation, the feeble creature, dangerous and mysteriously affecting one. And even more than their sinful bodies, he hated their loving hearts.

He had often felt their tenderness directed towards himself, and though he knew that he was invulnerable, he grew angry at this need of love that is always vibrating in them.

According to his belief, God had created woman for the sole purpose of tempting and testing man. One must not approach her without defensive precautions and fear of possible snares. She was, indeed, just like a snare, with her lips open and her arms stretched out to man.

He had no indulgence except for nuns, whom their vows had rendered inoffensive; but he was stern with them, nevertheless, because he felt that at the bottom of their fettered and humble hearts the everlasting tenderness was burning brightly - that tenderness which was shown even to him, a priest.

He felt this cursed tenderness, even in their docility, in the low tones of their voices when speaking to him, in their lowered eyes, and in their resigned tears when he reproved them roughly. And he would shake his cassock on leaving the convent doors, and walk off, lengthening his stride as though flying from danger.

He had a niece who lived with her mother in a little house near him.He was bent upon making a sister of charity of her.

She was a pretty, brainless madcap. When the abbe´ preached she laughed, and when he was angry with her she would give him a hug, drawing him to her heart, while he sought unconsciously to release himself from this embrace which nevertheless filled him with a sweet pleasure, giving him the sensation of paternity which slumbers in every man.

Often, when walking by her side, along the country road, he would speak to her of God, of his God. She never listened to him, but looked about her at the sky, the grass and flowers, and one could see the joy of life sparkling in her eyes. Sometimes she would dart forward to catch some flying creature, crying out as she brought it back: 'Look, uncle, how pretty it is! I want to hug it!' And this desire to 'hug' flies or lilac blossoms disquieted, angered, and roused the priest,

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