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A short story derived from the Norwegian fairy "The Giant Who Had No Heart in His Body".

Le cœur du géant

I awoke one morning with the usual perplexity of mind which accompanies the return of consciousness. As I lay and looked through the eastern window of my room, a faint streak of peach-colour, dividing a cloud that just rose above the low swell of the horizon, announced the approach of the sun. As my thoughts, which a deep and apparently dreamless sleep had dissolved, began again to assume crystalline forms, the strange events of the foregoing night presented themselves anew to my wondering consciousness. The day before had been my one-and-twentieth birthday. Among other ceremonies investing me with my legal rights, the keys of an old secretary, in which my father had kept his private papers, had been delivered up to me. As soon as I was left alone, I ordered lights in the chamber where the secretary stood, the first lights that had been there for many a year; for, since my father's death, the room had been left undisturbed. But, as if the darkness had been too long an inmate to be easily expelled, and had dyed with blackness the walls to which, bat-like, it had clung, these tapers served but ill to light up the gloomy hangings, and seemed to throw yet darker shadows into the hollows of the deep-wrought cornice.

Phantastes

Il était une fois, un roi et une reine qui avaient toutes les peines du monde à avoir un enfant. Puis un jour, l'heureux événement tant espéré arriva. Mais leur bonheur leur fit oublier leur peuple… Le roi et la reine omirent d'inviter les habitants du royaume à la grande fête organisée, et, fâcheux oubli, la sœur même du roi, femme étrange, peut-être même un tantinet sorcière. Le jour du baptême, elle jette un sort à la jeune princesse qui se voit retirée toute sensation de gravité. La voilà qui en plus de flotter dans les airs est incapable de prendre une situation au sérieux… Un livre moins léger qu'il n'y paraît sur le passage de l'enfance à l'âge adulte. Paru en 1864, ce conte est un immense classique dans le monde anglo-saxon.George MacDonald (1824-1905) est un écrivain et pasteur calviniste britannique. Il devient le mentor de Lewis Carroll et lui suggère la publication d'Alice au pays des merveilles. Il est notamment admiré par J. R. R. Tolkien et C. S. Lewis, qui le considéraient comme son «maître».

The Light Princess

Il giorno del suo ventunesimo compleanno, Anodos riceve le chiavi di un vecchio scrittoio ereditato dal padre. Dopo averne aperto alcuni cassetti e aver forzato un piccolo scomparto nascosto, appare d'improvviso una minuscola figura femminile: è lì per esaudire il suo desiderio, espresso distrattamente la sera prima, di trovare la strada per la Terra delle Fate. Quando il mattino successivo si sveglia, il ragazzo scopre che un rivolo d'acqua limpida scorre sul tappeto, che le decorazioni di fiori e foglie si muovono a una leggera brezza, che il mobile di quercia vecchio stile sta diventando un albero: l'intera stanza si sta trasformando davanti ai suoi occhi in un portale che si apre proprio su quel mondo fatato. Scorto un sentiero appena tracciato che conduce verso il bosco, lo segue istintivamente, preso da un'attrazione irresistibile. Tra le fate e i folletti, i vecchi libri e le bellissime fanciulle, il viaggio si rivelerà assai arduo. Anodos cadrà in errore e si risolleverà molte volte, ma dovrà percorrere la strada fino in fondo per poter crescere davvero e giungere a una forma più alta di consapevolezza."Phantastes" fu pubblicato il 28 ottobre 1858. Il romanzo era talmente enigmatico e ricco di riferimenti alla letteratura, alle religioni e al folklore che i lettori ne rimasero sorpresi. In maniera del tutto nuova, George MacDonald si era allontanato dai canoni editoriali dominanti dell'età vittoriana e aveva affidato alla pura immaginazione la sua indagine della realtà, rendendo "Phantastes" la sorgente da cui tanti autori della letteratura fantastica attingeranno, da Lewis Carroll a C. S. Lewis. La traduzione offerta ai lettori dalla casa editrice flower-ed, integrale e annotata, è arricchita dalla Prefazione di Lorenza Ricci ("Sia il tuo cuore una sorgente") e dalla Postfazione di Michela Alessandroni ("Specchi magici, cicli e alchimia").

Phantastes - Un romanzo di fate per uomini e donne

I HAVE been asked to tell you about the back of the north wind. An old Greek writer mentions a people who lived there, and were so comfortable that they could not bear it any longer, and drowned themselves. My story is not the same as his. I do not think Herodotus had got the right account of the place. I am going to tell you how it fared with a boy who went there.

He lived in a low room over a coach-house; and that was not by any means at the back of the north wind, as his mother very well knew. For one side of the room was built only of boards, and the boards were so old that you might run a penknife through into the north wind. And then let them settle between them which was the sharper! I know that when you pulled it out again the wind would be after it like a cat after a mouse, and you would know soon enough you were not at the back of the north wind. Still, this room was not very cold, except when the north wind blew stronger than usual: the room I have to do with now was always cold, except in summer, when the sun took the matter into his own hands. Indeed, I am not sure whether I ought to call it a room at all; for it was just a loft where they kept hay and straw and oats for the horses.

At the Back of the North Wind

I awoke one morning with the usual perplexity of mind which accompanies the return of consciousness. As I lay and looked through the eastern window of my room, a faint streak of peach-colour, dividing a cloud that just rose above the low swell of the horizon, announced the approach of the sun. As my thoughts, which a deep and apparently dreamless sleep had dissolved, began again to assume crystalline forms, the strange events of the foregoing night presented themselves anew to my wondering consciousness. The day before had been my one-and-twentieth birthday. Among other ceremonies investing me with my legal rights, the keys of an old secretary, in which my father had kept his private papers, had been delivered up to me.

Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women

Once upon a time, so long ago that I have quite forgotten the date, there lived a king and queen who had no children.

And the king said to himself, "All the queens of my acquaintance have children, some three, some seven, and some as many as twelve; and my queen has not one. I feel ill-used." So he made up his mind to be cross with his wife about it. But she bore it all like a good patient queen as she was. Then the king grew very cross indeed. But the queen pretended to take it all as a joke, and a very good one too.

"Why don't you have any daughters, at least?" said he. "I don't say sons; that might be too much to expect."

"I am sure, dear king, I am very sorry, " said the queen.

"So you ought to be, " retorted the king; "you are not going to make a virtue of that, surely."

But he was not an ill-tempered king, and in any matter of less moment would have let the queen have her own way with all his heart. This, however, was an affair of state.

The queen smiled.

"You must have patience with a lady, you know, dear king, " said she.

She was, indeed, a very nice queen, and heartily sorry that she could not oblige the king immediately.

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