The Porter of Bagdad, and Other Fantasies (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

Macmechan, Archibald McKellar

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ISBN 10: 133060766X ISBN 13: 9781330607664

Verlag: Forgotten Books, 2018

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Its body bent, its hands clasped behind, and its long thin legs, brown and shrivelled like a crane's, had grown together in one. As soon as the Porter touched the Djinn's single eye, the whole room was one ?ood of mellow light, like the Caliph's spice-garden when the thou sand silver lamps are lighted at once. Then you could see how large the room was and how near it lay to the good Haroun's palace. The roof was so high and walls so wide that one would think it was a Sultan's audience chamber. For there was room for busy slaves setting out a banquet in a wide portico that looked upon a garden of palms. They ever poured red wine from crystal goblets so thin, it was a marvel their delicate sides held in the precious liquor. There were trains and troops of dancing-girls, brown-skinned and white, with little tinkling bells at ankle and wrist, and seated choirs of women-singers, with sweet voices, that sang continually. Foreign princesses, in beauty like the full blown lotus ?ower, knelt before the Porter's divan of silk tissue. But the great room seemed to have no walls, for the Porter could see, from the divan he lay on, far away where the great black and yellow cats played in their lair beneath the forest leaves, and far ther, where the ocean gleamed blue beyond.

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Excerpt from The Porter of Bagdad, and Other Fantasies

Its body bent, its hands clasped behind, and its long thin legs, brown and shrivelled like a crane's, had grown together in one. As soon as the Porter touched the Djinn's single eye, the whole room was one flood of mellow light, like the Caliph's spice-garden when the thou sand silver lamps are lighted at once. Then you could see how large the room was and how near it lay to the good Haroun's palace. The roof was so high and walls so wide that one would think it was a Sultan's audience chamber. For there was room for busy slaves setting out a banquet in a wide portico that looked upon a garden of palms. They ever poured red wine from crystal goblets so thin, it was a marvel their delicate sides held in the precious liquor. There were trains and troops of dancing-girls, brown-skinned and white, with little tinkling bells at ankle and wrist, and seated choirs of women-singers, with sweet voices, that sang continually. Foreign princesses, in beauty like the full blown lotus flower, knelt before the Porter's divan of silk tissue. But the great room seemed to have no walls, for the Porter could see, from the divan he lay on, far away where the great black and yellow cats played in their lair beneath the forest leaves, and far ther, where the ocean gleamed blue beyond.

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He was always to be seen at the same place, day after day, near the eastern entrance of the Great Bazaar, waiting for custom or marching quickly away with his bundle on his head. There was always the same look on his face; but it was in nowise significant; it was the look of a flag in the pavement or a stone in the wall, hundreds alike. His garments, too, were common and never changed to the slightest rag. He was so constant and serviceable that everyone in the Bazaar used him, though thinking of him no more than of the dust they trod on in the street. Not one of those who employed him daily could have said with certainty, that he was young or old, tall or little of stature, dark in the face or ruddy. And so he was busy the whole day long, bearing the goods of the shopkeepers to and fro in the city. Sometimes the merchants browbeat him, and the slave who took his burden from him at the door, cursed him roughly for very hardness. He was only a common porter.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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• Verlag: Forgotten Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 133060766X
• ISBN 13: 9781330607664
• Einband: Tapa blanda
• Anzahl der Seiten: 168
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