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Jerome K. Jerome The Man of Science

Count Magnus by M.R. James   ---   Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

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Count Magnus by M.R. James

Arthur Machen

The Inmost Light by Arthur Machen--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

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The Inmost Light by Arthur Machen

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United States Constitution 

James Madison

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U.S. Bill of Rights by James Madison

Ray Bradbury

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Rocket Summer by Ray Bradbury

Defense Mech by Ray Bradbury--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

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Defense Mech by Ray Bradbury

Blood Toil Tears and Sweat Winston Churchill--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

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Blood Toil Tears and Sweat Winston Churchill

Theodore Dreiser

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Change by Theodore Dreiser

Nathaniel Hawthorne

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The Haunted Mind by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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HMPH Audiobooks

James Baldwin

There were once six blind men who stood by the roadside every day, and begged from the people who passed. They had often heard of elephants, but they had never seen one; for, being blind, how could they?It so happened one morning that an elephant was driven down the road where they stood. When they were told that the great beast was before them, they asked the driver to let him stop so that they might see him.Of course they could not see him with their eyes; but they thought that by touching him they could learn just what kind of animal he was.The first one happened to put his hand on the elephant's side. "Well, well!" he said, "now I know all about this beast. He is exactly like a wall."The second felt only of the elephant's tusk. "My brother," he said, "you are mistaken. He is not at all like a wall. He is round and smooth and sharp. He is more like a spear than anything else."The third happened to take hold of the elephant's trunk. "Both of you are wrong," he said. "Anybody who knows anything can see that this elephant is like a snake."The fourth reached out his arms, and grasped one of the elephant's legs. "Oh, how blind you are!" he said. "It is very plain to me that he is round and tall like a tree."The fifth was a very tall man, and he chanced to take hold of the elephant's ear. "The blindest man ought to know that this beast is not like any of the things that you name," he said. "He is exactly like a huge fan."The sixth was very blind indeed, and it was some time before he could find the elephant at all. At last he seized the animal's tail. "O foolish fel-lows!" he cried. "You surely have lost your senses. This elephant is not like a wall, or a spear, or a snake, or a tree; neither is he like a fan. But any man with a particle of sense can see that he is exactly like a rope."Then the elephant moved on, and the six blind men sat by the roadside all day, and quarreled about him. Each believed that he knew just how the animal looked; and each called the others hard names because they did not agree with him. People who have eyes sometimes act as foolishly.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

There were once six blind men who stood by the roadside every day, and begged from the people who passed. They had often heard of elephants, but they had never seen one; for, being blind, how could they? It so happened one morning that an elephant was driven down the road where they stood. When they were told that the great beast was before them, they asked the driver to let him stop so that they might see him. Of course they could not see him with their eyes; but they thought that by touching him they could learn just what kind of animal he was. The first one happened to put his hand on the elephant's side. "Well, well!" he said, "now I know all about this beast. He is exactly like a wall." The second felt only of the elephant's tusk. "My brother," he said, "you are mistaken. He is not at all like a wall. He is round and smooth and sharp. He is more like a spear than anything else." The third happened to take hold of the elephant's trunk. "Both of you are wrong," he said. "Anybody who knows anything can see that this elephant is like a snake." The fourth reached out his arms, and grasped one of the elephant's legs. "Oh, how blind you are!" he said. "It is very plain to me that he is round and tall like a tree." The fifth was a very tall man, and he chanced to take hold of the elephant's ear. "The blindest man ought to know that this beast is not like any of the things that you name," he said. "He is exactly like a huge fan." The sixth was very blind indeed, and it was some time before he could find the elephant at all. At last he seized the animal's tail. "O foolish fel-lows!" he cried. "You surely have lost your senses. This elephant is not like a wall, or a spear, or a snake, or a tree; neither is he like a fan. But any man with a particle of sense can see that he is exactly like a rope." Then the elephant moved on, and the six blind men sat by the roadside all day, and quarreled about him. Each believed that he knew just how the animal looked; and each called the others hard names because they did not agree with him. People who have eyes sometimes act as foolishly. --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The Blind Men and the Elephant by James Baldwin

The story starts with a busy upper-class man who has a unique passion for books. His passion boarders on obsession described in great detail by Cortazar, “He tasted the almost perverse pleasure of disengaging himself line by line from the things around him.” The man’s career clearly takes up a large amount of his time, but his velvet green armchair was a safe haven, a place to forget about the world and indulge his obsession.  The man’s current fix, was a tale of two lovers.  Once the man begins to read and dive into a different world Cortazar begins blurring the lines of reality and the book.  The reader’s imagination brings the book he is reading to life.  The two lovers meet in a cabin, it was not a meeting of passion, but one with devious intentions.  Cortazar uses very specific word choice like continually referencing to blood and describing the dialog as, “raced down the pages like a rivulet of snakes,” to underscore the malice intentions they had.  The lovers head off into the night, taking separate paths the male lover headed for an estate.  The lovers clearly had an in intimate knowledge of the estate, in fact the woman lived there, as they had every detailed accounted for there was no chance for him to be detected.  This was not a crime of passion it was one carefully planned, probably for months.  He did not need to search extensively through the house for his lover’s husband, he knew where the husband would be.  In the last line the husband is revealed to be the very same man reading the novel.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

The story starts with a busy upper-class man who has a unique passion for books. His passion boarders on obsession described in great detail by Cortazar, “He tasted the almost perverse pleasure of disengaging himself line by line from the things around him.” The man’s career clearly takes up a large amount of his time, but his velvet green armchair was a safe haven, a place to forget about the world and indulge his obsession. The man’s current fix, was a tale of two lovers. Once the man begins to read and dive into a different world Cortazar begins blurring the lines of reality and the book. The reader’s imagination brings the book he is reading to life. The two lovers meet in a cabin, it was not a meeting of passion, but one with devious intentions. Cortazar uses very specific word choice like continually referencing to blood and describing the dialog as, “raced down the pages like a rivulet of snakes,” to underscore the malice intentions they had. The lovers head off into the night, taking separate paths the male lover headed for an estate. The lovers clearly had an in intimate knowledge of the estate, in fact the woman lived there, as they had every detailed accounted for there was no chance for him to be detected. This was not a crime of passion it was one carefully planned, probably for months. He did not need to search extensively through the house for his lover’s husband, he knew where the husband would be. In the last line the husband is revealed to be the very same man reading the novel. --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The Continuity of Parks by Julio Cortázar

The narrator explains how he instigated a secret investigation of the ruined town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts, by the U.S. government. He proceeds to describe in detail the events surrounding his initial interest in the town, which lies along the route of his tour across New England, taken when he was twenty-one. While he waits for the bus that will take him to Innsmouth, he busies himself in the neighboring Newburyport by gathering information on the town from the locals; all of it having superstitious overtones.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

The narrator explains how he instigated a secret investigation of the ruined town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts, by the U.S. government. He proceeds to describe in detail the events surrounding his initial interest in the town, which lies along the route of his tour across New England, taken when he was twenty-one. While he waits for the bus that will take him to Innsmouth, he busies himself in the neighboring Newburyport by gathering information on the town from the locals; all of it having superstitious overtones.--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The Shadow over Innsmouth By H. P. Lovecraft

 The story is about a class of students on Venus, which, in this story, is a world of constant rainstorms, where the Sun is visible for only one hour every seven years.  One of the children, Margot, moved to Venus from Earth five years earlier, and she is the only one who remembers sunshine, since the Sun shone regularly on Earth. When the teacher asks them to write a poem about the sun, hers is:  "I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour." She describes the Sun as "a penny", or "like a fire in the stove". The other children, being too young ever to have seen it themselves, do not believe her. Led by a boy named William, they bully and antagonize her, and just before the sun comes out, William rallies the other children and they lock her in a closet down a tunnel.  As the Sun is about to appear, their teacher arrives to take the class outside to enjoy their one hour of sunshine and, in their astonishment and joy, they all forget about Margot. They run, play, skip, jump, and prance about, savoring every second of their newly found freedoms. "Oh, it's better than the sunlamps, isn't it?" one of them cries.  Suddenly, a girl catches a raindrop in her hands. Thunder sounds, then the lightning comes, and the children run back inside as the sun disappears and it starts to pour again. At this point, one of them remembers Margot, who is still locked in the closet. Ashamed, they let her out of the closet, standing frozen, embarrassed over what they have done and unable to "meet each other's glances."  The precious Sun has come and gone, and because of their despicable act, Margot, who loved the Sun the most, has missed it. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

The story is about a class of students on Venus, which, in this story, is a world of constant rainstorms, where the Sun is visible for only one hour every seven years.  One of the children, Margot, moved to Venus from Earth five years earlier, and she is the only one who remembers sunshine, since the Sun shone regularly on Earth. When the teacher asks them to write a poem about the sun, hers is:  "I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour." She describes the Sun as "a penny", or "like a fire in the stove". The other children, being too young ever to have seen it themselves, do not believe her. Led by a boy named William, they bully and antagonize her, and just before the sun comes out, William rallies the other children and they lock her in a closet down a tunnel.  As the Sun is about to appear, their teacher arrives to take the class outside to enjoy their one hour of sunshine and, in their astonishment and joy, they all forget about Margot. They run, play, skip, jump, and prance about, savoring every second of their newly found freedoms. "Oh, it's better than the sunlamps, isn't it?" one of them cries.  Suddenly, a girl catches a raindrop in her hands. Thunder sounds, then the lightning comes, and the children run back inside as the sun disappears and it starts to pour again. At this point, one of them remembers Margot, who is still locked in the closet. Ashamed, they let her out of the closet, standing frozen, embarrassed over what they have done and unable to "meet each other's glances."  The precious Sun has come and gone, and because of their despicable act, Margot, who loved the Sun the most, has missed it. --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

All Summer in a Day By Ray Bradbury

Hughie is handsome, charming and popular but he has been very unlucky as far as financial matters are concerned. He was left nothing of any great value in his father's will. He has tried his hand at several different businesses, all of which have failed. Having no job, Hughie's only source of income is two hundred pounds a year which is given to him by an elderly aunt. Hughie has fallen in love with a young woman named Laura Merton and she loves him in return. Laura's father, Colonel Merton, is fond of Hughie but, due to his poor financial prospects, he does not want the young man to marry his daughter. He has often told Hughie that he will only allow him to get engaged to Laura after he has earned ten thousand pounds.Hughie goes to see his artist friend Alan Trevor. He finds that Alan is painting a portrait of an old man who appears to be a beggar. The old man is wearing a tattered brown cloak and boots which have been mended many times. He has a rough walking stick in one hand. In the other hand, he is holding out an old hat as if to ask for money. His face is heavily wrinkled and he looks extremely sad. Both Alan and Hughie agree that the old man is an excellent subject for a painting. Hughie, however, cannot help feeling sorry for the man. He thinks it is unfair that, although Alan's paintings regularly sell for two thousand guineas, he only pays his models one shilling an hour to pose for him and does not give them a percentage of the money which he makes from sales of their portraits.When Alan leaves the room, Hughie looks in his pockets. He finds that the highest denomination coin which he has is a sovereign. Although it means that he will have to economize more than usual for the rest of the month, Hughie gives the coin to the old man, who appears very happy to receive it. Hughie leaves soon afterwards.Alan and Hughie meet up again later. The artist tells his friend that, after he left, the old man asked several questions about him. Alan goes on to say that he told the old man all about Hughie, Laura Merton and the condition which Colonel Merton set that prevents their marriage. Hughie is unhappy that his friend told "that old beggar" all about his private life. The amused Alan tells Hughie that the old man he was painting was Baron Hausberg, one of the wealthiest men in Europe and someone who often buys Alan's paintings. For reasons which Alan does not really understand, the millionaire baron had asked to be painted as a beggar. The tattered clothes he was wearing were supplied by Alan. Hughie feels ashamed about having given a coin to a millionaire, although Alan tells him not to worry.The following day, a representative of Baron Hausberg comes to Hughie's house with an envelope. The writing on the envelope says that it contains a wedding present "from an old beggar". Inside the envelope, Hughie finds a check for ten thousand pounds. Hughie and Laura get married. Baron Hausberg attends their wedding.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

Hughie is handsome, charming and popular but he has been very unlucky as far as financial matters are concerned. He was left nothing of any great value in his father's will. He has tried his hand at several different businesses, all of which have failed. Having no job, Hughie's only source of income is two hundred pounds a year which is given to him by an elderly aunt. Hughie has fallen in love with a young woman named Laura Merton and she loves him in return. Laura's father, Colonel Merton, is fond of Hughie but, due to his poor financial prospects, he does not want the young man to marry his daughter. He has often told Hughie that he will only allow him to get engaged to Laura after he has earned ten thousand pounds. Hughie goes to see his artist friend Alan Trevor. He finds that Alan is painting a portrait of an old man who appears to be a beggar. The old man is wearing a tattered brown cloak and boots which have been mended many times. He has a rough walking stick in one hand. In the other hand, he is holding out an old hat as if to ask for money. His face is heavily wrinkled and he looks extremely sad. Both Alan and Hughie agree that the old man is an excellent subject for a painting. Hughie, however, cannot help feeling sorry for the man. He thinks it is unfair that, although Alan's paintings regularly sell for two thousand guineas, he only pays his models one shilling an hour to pose for him and does not give them a percentage of the money which he makes from sales of their portraits. When Alan leaves the room, Hughie looks in his pockets. He finds that the highest denomination coin which he has is a sovereign. Although it means that he will have to economize more than usual for the rest of the month, Hughie gives the coin to the old man, who appears very happy to receive it. Hughie leaves soon afterwards. Alan and Hughie meet up again later. The artist tells his friend that, after he left, the old man asked several questions about him. Alan goes on to say that he told the old man all about Hughie, Laura Merton and the condition which Colonel Merton set that prevents their marriage. Hughie is unhappy that his friend told "that old beggar" all about his private life. The amused Alan tells Hughie that the old man he was painting was Baron Hausberg, one of the wealthiest men in Europe and someone who often buys Alan's paintings. For reasons which Alan does not really understand, the millionaire baron had asked to be painted as a beggar. The tattered clothes he was wearing were supplied by Alan. Hughie feels ashamed about having given a coin to a millionaire, although Alan tells him not to worry. The following day, a representative of Baron Hausberg comes to Hughie's house with an envelope. The writing on the envelope says that it contains a wedding present "from an old beggar". Inside the envelope, Hughie finds a check for ten thousand pounds. Hughie and Laura get married. Baron Hausberg attends their wedding. --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The Model Millionaire by Oscar Wilde

Mary Shelley

Victor is now 17 years old and ready to become a student at the University of Ingolstadt in Ingolstadt, Germany (near Munich), but an outbreak of scarlet fever at home delays his departure. His mother and "cousin" both fight the disease; Caroline Beaufort Frankenstein dies, and Elizabeth recovers. Before Caroline dies, she reveals her unrealized plans for the marriage of Victor and Elizabeth by saying, "my firmest hopes of the future happiness were placed on the prospect of your union."--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

Victor is now 17 years old and ready to become a student at the University of Ingolstadt in Ingolstadt, Germany (near Munich), but an outbreak of scarlet fever at home delays his departure. His mother and "cousin" both fight the disease; Caroline Beaufort Frankenstein dies, and Elizabeth recovers. Before Caroline dies, she reveals her unrealized plans for the marriage of Victor and Elizabeth by saying, "my firmest hopes of the future happiness were placed on the prospect of your union." --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Chapter 3

The Emperor—so they say—has sent a message, directly from his death bed, to you alone, his pathetic subject, a tiny shadow which has taken refuge at the furthest distance from the imperial sun. He ordered the herald to kneel down beside his bed and whispered the message in his ear. He thought it was so important that he had the herald speak it back to him. He confirmed the accuracy of verbal message by nodding his head. And in front of the entire crowd of those witnessing his death—all the obstructing walls have been broken down, and all the great ones of his empire are standing in a circle on the broad and high soaring flights of stairs—in front of all of them he dispatched his herald. The messenger started off at once, a powerful, tireless man. Sticking one arm out and then another, he makes his way through the crowd. If he runs into resistance, he points to his breast where there is a sign of the sun. So he moves forwards easily, unlike anyone else. But the crowd is so huge; its dwelling places are infinite. If there were an open field, how he would fly along, and soon you would hear the marvellous pounding of his fist on your door. But instead of that, how futile are all his efforts. He is still forcing his way through the private rooms of the innermost palace. Never will he win his way through. And if he did manage that, nothing would have been achieved. He would have to fight his way down the steps, and, if he managed to do that, nothing would have been achieved. He would have to stride through the courtyards, and after the courtyards through the second palace encircling the first, and, then again, through stairs and courtyards, and then, once again, a palace, and so on for thousands of years. And if he finally burst through the outermost door—but that can never, never happen—the royal capital city, the centre of the world, is still there in front of him, piled high and full of sediment. No one pushes his way through here, certainly not someone with a message from a dead man. But you sit at your window and dream of that message when evening comes.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

The Emperor—so they say—has sent a message, directly from his death bed, to you alone, his pathetic subject, a tiny shadow which has taken refuge at the furthest distance from the imperial sun. He ordered the herald to kneel down beside his bed and whispered the message in his ear. He thought it was so important that he had the herald speak it back to him. He confirmed the accuracy of verbal message by nodding his head. And in front of the entire crowd of those witnessing his death—all the obstructing walls have been broken down, and all the great ones of his empire are standing in a circle on the broad and high soaring flights of stairs—in front of all of them he dispatched his herald. The messenger started off at once, a powerful, tireless man. Sticking one arm out and then another, he makes his way through the crowd. If he runs into resistance, he points to his breast where there is a sign of the sun. So he moves forwards easily, unlike anyone else. But the crowd is so huge; its dwelling places are infinite. If there were an open field, how he would fly along, and soon you would hear the marvellous pounding of his fist on your door. But instead of that, how futile are all his efforts. He is still forcing his way through the private rooms of the innermost palace. Never will he win his way through. And if he did manage that, nothing would have been achieved. He would have to fight his way down the steps, and, if he managed to do that, nothing would have been achieved. He would have to stride through the courtyards, and after the courtyards through the second palace encircling the first, and, then again, through stairs and courtyards, and then, once again, a palace, and so on for thousands of years. And if he finally burst through the outermost door—but that can never, never happen—the royal capital city, the centre of the world, is still there in front of him, piled high and full of sediment. No one pushes his way through here, certainly not someone with a message from a dead man. But you sit at your window and dream of that message when evening comes. --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

An Imperial Message by Franz Kafka

After Justine’s execution, Victor becomes increasingly melancholy. He considers suicide but restrains himself by thinking of Elizabeth and his father. Alphonse, hoping to cheer up his son, takes his children on an excursion to the family home at Belrive. From there, Victor wanders alone toward the valley of Chamounix. The beautiful scenery cheers him somewhat, but his respite from grief is short-lived.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

After Justine’s execution, Victor becomes increasingly melancholy. He considers suicide but restrains himself by thinking of Elizabeth and his father. Alphonse, hoping to cheer up his son, takes his children on an excursion to the family home at Belrive. From there, Victor wanders alone toward the valley of Chamounix. The beautiful scenery cheers him somewhat, but his respite from grief is short-lived. --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Chapter 9

The trial for Justine Moritz begins at 11:00 the next morning. Victor suffers silent torture while the entire scene plays out in front of him. Yet, he can do nothing to stop it. Justine carries herself calmly at the trial, answering the charges and getting a sterling defense from Elizabeth. Although Justine proclaims her innocence, she is convicted of the crime. Her sentence is to die by hanging the following day.Elizabeth and Victor go to see Justine in prison where both learn that Justine had given a false confession under stiff questioning. Justine goes to her death with no fear, leaving Victor to ponder the deaths of two innocent victims.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

The trial for Justine Moritz begins at 11:00 the next morning. Victor suffers silent torture while the entire scene plays out in front of him. Yet, he can do nothing to stop it. Justine carries herself calmly at the trial, answering the charges and getting a sterling defense from Elizabeth. Although Justine proclaims her innocence, she is convicted of the crime. Her sentence is to die by hanging the following day. Elizabeth and Victor go to see Justine in prison where both learn that Justine had given a false confession under stiff questioning. Justine goes to her death with no fear, leaving Victor to ponder the deaths of two innocent victims. --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Chapter 8

Ernest Hemingway

Robot Dreams by Isaac Asimov  The End of Something by Ernest Hemingway--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

Robot Dreams by Isaac Asimov  The End of Something by Ernest Hemingway--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

Isaac Asimov and Ernest Hemingway Short Stories

A country cottage by Anton Chekhov  A haunted house by Virginia Woolf  After 20 years by O. Henry--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

A country cottage by Anton Chekhov  A haunted house by Virginia Woolf  After 20 years by O. Henry--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

3 Classic Fiction Short Stories

2 Hours of Classic Short Stories--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

2 Hours of Classic Short Stories--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

2 Hours of Classic Short Stories

Stephen Leacock

Borrowing a Match by Stephen Leacock My Financial Career by Stephen Leacock The New Food by Stephen Leacock--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

Borrowing a Match by Stephen Leacock My Financial Career by Stephen Leacock The New Food by Stephen Leacock--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

3 Funny Short Stories by Stephen Leacock

Arthur C. Clarke

Set in Hasta la Vista, the capital of a hypothetical country named  Perivia in South America. Citizens are football crazy, country is  extremely corrupt, &amp; the government is unstable. By the end of the  story, we will see a murder &amp; a bloodless military coup, but the  story is mostly about an international football match with the  neighboring country named Panagura.  Except for obvious &amp; expected corruption on the field, the scene  could well have been of an India/Pakistan cricket ODI in Calcutta. Very  large crowds, a bit too enthusiatic, &amp; with a dash of patriotism  linked to game.  Referee is chosen by visitors, &amp; is expected to be corrupt &amp;  partial!  Don Hernando is a wheeler-dealer supposed to be close to President Ruiz,  &amp; has his own game in mind. He secures half the seats in the  stadium for army men who will be handed free tickets to the game; by the  time the game is over, President would have been toppled. The army men  spectators are each given a 2 square feet mirror to shine on the referee  - as a novel way of booing him. When a signal sounds, they would do it  together.  Only Don has an idea of what will happen to the man who receives the  entire sunlight shining on half the stadium - he gets cremated alive!  Referee receives this treatment after a particularly partial decision.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

Set in Hasta la Vista, the capital of a hypothetical country named  Perivia in South America. Citizens are football crazy, country is  extremely corrupt, &amp; the government is unstable. By the end of the  story, we will see a murder &amp; a bloodless military coup, but the  story is mostly about an international football match with the  neighboring country named Panagura.  Except for obvious &amp; expected corruption on the field, the scene  could well have been of an India/Pakistan cricket ODI in Calcutta. Very  large crowds, a bit too enthusiatic, &amp; with a dash of patriotism  linked to game.  Referee is chosen by visitors, &amp; is expected to be corrupt &amp;  partial!  Don Hernando is a wheeler-dealer supposed to be close to President Ruiz,  &amp; has his own game in mind. He secures half the seats in the  stadium for army men who will be handed free tickets to the game; by the  time the game is over, President would have been toppled. The army men  spectators are each given a 2 square feet mirror to shine on the referee  - as a novel way of booing him. When a signal sounds, they would do it  together.  Only Don has an idea of what will happen to the man who receives the  entire sunlight shining on half the stadium - he gets cremated alive!  Referee receives this treatment after a particularly partial decision.--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The Stroke of the Sun by Arthur C. Clarke

The Greatest Gift It's a Wonderful Life Short story by Philip Van Doren Stern The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

The Greatest Gift It's a Wonderful Life Short story by Philip Van Doren Stern The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

Three Classic Christmas Stories

“The End of Something” is a short story written by Ernest Hemingway, published in the 1925 New York edition of In Our Time, by Boni &amp; Liveright.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

“The End of Something” is a short story written by Ernest Hemingway, published in the 1925 New York edition of In Our Time, by Boni &amp; Liveright.--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The End of Something by Ernest Hemingway

the eyes have it by philip k. dick 00:00:02 the pedestrian by ray bradbury 00:10:51 the fun they had by isaac asimov 00:18:37--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

the eyes have it by philip k. dick 00:00:02 the pedestrian by ray bradbury 00:10:51 the fun they had by isaac asimov 00:18:37--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

Three Classic Science Fiction Stories

On a cold New Year's Eve, a poor, young girl tries to sell matches in the street. She is already shivering from cold and early hypothermia, and she is walking barefoot after losing her two large slippers that had belonged to her mother to an impertinent pedestrian. Still, she is too afraid to go home, because her father will beat her for not selling any matches, and also as the many cracks in their shack can't keep out the cold wind. The girl takes shelter in a corner formed by two house projected further out into street and sits down.  The girl lights the matches to warm herself. In their glow she sees several lovely visions, starting with a warm stove, then a luxurious holiday feast where the goose almost jumps out at her, and then a magnificent Christmas tree larger than the one at the rich merchant's house. The girl looks skyward and sees a shooting star; she then remembers her late grandmother saying that such a falling star means someone is dying and is going to Heaven. As she lights the next match, she sees a vision of her grandmother, the only person to have treated her with love and kindness all through her life. To keep the vision of her grandmother alive for as long as she can, the girl lights the entire bundle of matches at once.  After running out of matches, the child dies and her grandmother carries her soul to Heaven. The next morning, passers-by find the girl dead in the nook, frozen with a smile on her face, and guess the reason for the burnt-out matches beside her. They feel pity for her, although they had not shown kindness to her before her death. They have no way of knowing about the wonderful visions she saw before her death or how gloriously she is celebrating the New Year in Heaven with her grandmother.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

On a cold New Year's Eve, a poor, young girl tries to sell matches in the street. She is already shivering from cold and early hypothermia, and she is walking barefoot after losing her two large slippers that had belonged to her mother to an impertinent pedestrian. Still, she is too afraid to go home, because her father will beat her for not selling any matches, and also as the many cracks in their shack can't keep out the cold wind. The girl takes shelter in a corner formed by two house projected further out into street and sits down.  The girl lights the matches to warm herself. In their glow she sees several lovely visions, starting with a warm stove, then a luxurious holiday feast where the goose almost jumps out at her, and then a magnificent Christmas tree larger than the one at the rich merchant's house. The girl looks skyward and sees a shooting star; she then remembers her late grandmother saying that such a falling star means someone is dying and is going to Heaven. As she lights the next match, she sees a vision of her grandmother, the only person to have treated her with love and kindness all through her life. To keep the vision of her grandmother alive for as long as she can, the girl lights the entire bundle of matches at once.  After running out of matches, the child dies and her grandmother carries her soul to Heaven. The next morning, passers-by find the girl dead in the nook, frozen with a smile on her face, and guess the reason for the burnt-out matches beside her. They feel pity for her, although they had not shown kindness to her before her death. They have no way of knowing about the wonderful visions she saw before her death or how gloriously she is celebrating the New Year in Heaven with her grandmother.--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen

The story features Leonard Mead, a citizen of a television-centered world in 2053. In the city, roads have fallen into decay. Mead enjoys walking through the city at night, something which no one else does. "In ten years of walking by night or day, for thousands of miles, he had never met another person walking, not one in all that time." On one of his usual walks, he encounters a police car, which is possibly robotic. It is the only police unit in a city of three million, since the purpose of law enforcement has disappeared with everyone watching television at night. When asked about his profession, Mead tells the car that he is a writer, but the car does not understand, since no one buys books or magazines in the television-dominated society. Neither the police car nor its occupants can understand why Mead would be out walking for no reason and so decides to take him to the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies. He is forced to get into the car. As the car passes through his neighborhood, Leonard Mead in the locked confines of the back seat says, "That's my house.", as he points to a house warm and bright with all its lights on unlike all other houses. There is no reply, and the story concludes.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

The story features Leonard Mead, a citizen of a television-centered world in 2053. In the city, roads have fallen into decay. Mead enjoys walking through the city at night, something which no one else does. "In ten years of walking by night or day, for thousands of miles, he had never met another person walking, not one in all that time." On one of his usual walks, he encounters a police car, which is possibly robotic. It is the only police unit in a city of three million, since the purpose of law enforcement has disappeared with everyone watching television at night. When asked about his profession, Mead tells the car that he is a writer, but the car does not understand, since no one buys books or magazines in the television-dominated society. Neither the police car nor its occupants can understand why Mead would be out walking for no reason and so decides to take him to the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies. He is forced to get into the car. As the car passes through his neighborhood, Leonard Mead in the locked confines of the back seat says, "That's my house.", as he points to a house warm and bright with all its lights on unlike all other houses. There is no reply, and the story concludes.--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The Pedestrian by Ray Bradbury

H.H. Munro

Framton Nuttel, seeking a "nerve cure" prescribed by his doctor, visits a rural area where he knows no one. His sister provides letters of introduction so he can meet people there.  He pays a visit to Mrs. Sappleton. While he waits for her, her 15-year-old niece keeps him company in the parlor. When she realizes Nuttel has never met her aunt and knows nothing about her, she explains that it has been three years since Mrs. Sappleton's "great tragedy," when her husband and brothers went hunting and never returned, presumably engulfed by a bog. Mrs. Sappleton keeps the large French window open every day, hoping for their return.    When Mrs. Sappleton appears she is inattentive to Nuttel, talking instead about her husband's hunting trip and how she expects him home any minute. Her delusional manner and constant glances at the window make Nuttel uneasy.  Then the hunters appear in the distance, and Nuttel, horrified, grabs his walking stick and exits abruptly. When the Sappletons exclaim over his sudden, rude departure, the niece calmly explains that he was probably frightened by the hunters' dog. She claims that Nuttel told her he was once chased into a cemetery in India and held at bay by a pack of aggressive dogs.--- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support

Framton Nuttel, seeking a "nerve cure" prescribed by his doctor, visits a rural area where he knows no one. His sister provides letters of introduction so he can meet people there.  He pays a visit to Mrs. Sappleton. While he waits for her, her 15-year-old niece keeps him company in the parlor. When she realizes Nuttel has never met her aunt and knows nothing about her, she explains that it has been three years since Mrs. Sappleton's "great tragedy," when her husband and brothers went hunting and never returned, presumably engulfed by a bog. Mrs. Sappleton keeps the large French window open every day, hoping for their return.    When Mrs. Sappleton appears she is inattentive to Nuttel, talking instead about her husband's hunting trip and how she expects him home any minute. Her delusional manner and constant glances at the window make Nuttel uneasy.  Then the hunters appear in the distance, and Nuttel, horrified, grabs his walking stick and exits abruptly. When the Sappletons exclaim over his sudden, rude departure, the niece calmly explains that he was probably frightened by the hunters' dog. She claims that Nuttel told her he was once chased into a cemetery in India and held at bay by a pack of aggressive dogs.--- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment nofollow" target="_blank">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>

The Open Window by H.H. Munro (SAKI)

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