"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
This eBook comes following a rejection I got yesterday, and since it was the second one in the same day I decided to give you one of my favourite, if not my favourite book of all times. This version of the book comes from the first edition, published in New York on October, 1908 by Charles Scribner’s Sons. I also included texts from a series of articles I published here on the Blog.
As usual, people in the 1st tier get the first chapter, people in the 2nd and 3rd tier get the whole book.
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XV: The Lord of Vauparfond Thibault, on arriving at the Dauphin d’Or, ordered himself as fine a dinner as he could think of. It would have been quite easy for him to have engaged a private room, but
Yes, the fault might be our current project on PowerBI, but this month I’ve been reasoning a lot around our Illuministic obsession over measurements and how that affects our approach to business intelligence in the era of Big Data. On top of this, I’ve been
Singing for the Goddess: the Queer Voices of Inanna’s Gala Priests Long before modern notions of gender came into form, the streets of ancient Sumer — in what is now southern Iraq — roamed with people whose identities didn’t feel the need to toe the
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XV: The Lord of Vauparfond Thibault, on arriving at the Dauphin d’Or, ordered himself as fine a dinner as he could think of. It would have been quite easy for him to have engaged a private room, but
Yes, the fault might be our current project on PowerBI, but this month I’ve been reasoning a lot around our Illuministic obsession over measurements and how that affects our approach to business intelligence in the era of Big Data. On top of this, I’ve been
Singing for the Goddess: the Queer Voices of Inanna’s Gala Priests Long before modern notions of gender came into form, the streets of ancient Sumer — in what is now southern Iraq — roamed with people whose identities didn’t feel the need to toe the
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