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This ebook compiles George MacDonald's complete novels. 

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George MacDonald: The Complete Novels

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.

The Light Princess

Nel giorno del suo battesimo, la principessa di Lagobel viene colpita da una maledizione: una strega vendicativa, che per dimenticanza non era stata invitata, la priva della gravità fisica e mentale. Da quel momento la bambina tenderà a volare via al primo soffio di vento e non potrà più piangere. Il re e la regina, preoccupati, cercheranno una soluzione per far tornare la figlia con i piedi per terra, ma invano: neppure con il passare degli anni la principessa sarà capace di provare empatia, di frenare la sua strana risata, di comprendere il lato serio della vita. Cosa riuscirà a spezzare l'incantesimo e far sì che la principessa senta finalmente il peso del mondo? "La principessa leggera", pubblicata per la prima volta nel 1864, è una delle fiabe più celebri dello scrittore scozzese George MacDonald. Un racconto senza tempo, ricco di simboli e significati, che insegna la forza del sacrificio, della compassione e del vero amore.

La principessa leggera

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».

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

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

"Come oot o' the gutter, ye nickum!" cried, in harsh, half-masculine voice, a woman standing on the curbstone of a short, narrow, dirty lane, at right angles to an important thoroughfare, itself none of the widest or cleanest. She was dressed in dark petticoat and print wrapper. One of her shoes was down at the heel, and discovered a great hole in her stocking. Had her black hair been brushed and displayed, it would have revealed a thready glitter of grey, but all that was now visible of it was only two or three untidy tresses that dropped from under a cap of black net and green ribbons, which looked as if she had slept in it. Her face must have been handsome when it was young and fresh; but was now beginning to look tattooed, though whether the colour was from without or from within, it would have been hard to determine. Her black eyes looked resolute, almost fierce, above her straight, well-formed nose. Yet evidently circumstance clave fast to her. She had never risen above it, and was now plainly subjected to it.

Sir Gibbie

Young Princess Irene's belief in her great-grandmother's powers becomes essential as she and the miner Curdie work to foil the sinister Goblin plot against the king and his palace. Gran lives in a secret room at the top of the castle stairs, and spins a thread so fine as to be invisible and yet strong enough to lead the Princess back home.

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