That waswhat made traveling appeal to himhe always made new friends, and hedidn't need to spend all of his time with them. A friend had told the boy about the shop, and he had taken hissheep there. The sheep will get used to my notbeing there, too, the boy thought.From where he sat, he could observe the plaza. He had learned that there werecertain things one shouldn't ask about, so as not to flee from one's owndestiny. He thought that the horizon was a bitlower than it had been, because he seemed to see stars on the desert itself.\"It's the oasis,\" said the camel driver.\"Well, why don't we go there right now?\" the boy asked.\"Because we have to sleep.\" * *\"That's strange,\" said the boy, as he tried once again to read the burial \"Maybe no one herehas, either.\"The Englishman's eyes lit up. Then he sat in the sun-filled doorway, smokingthe hookah.He smoked in silence, thinking of nothing, and listening to the sound of thewind that brought the scent of the desert. His heart squeezed, as if his chest had suddenlycompressed it. He was about the same age and height as the boy.\"Almost everyone here speaks Spanish. He drank a bit from the wine thatremained from his dinner of the night before, and he gathered his jacketcloser to his body. Only when he consents.\"Wait for the end of the war. As a child in church, he hadalways looked at the image of Saint Santiago Matamoros on his white horse,his sword unsheathed, and figures such as these kneeling at his feet. He had understood the story the old king hadtold him. I know good crystal from bad, andeverything else there is to know about crystal. When his vision returned to normal,the boy was able to read what the old man had written in the sand.There, in the sand of the plaza of that small city, the boy read the names ofhis father and his mother and the name of the seminary he had attended.He read the name of the merchant's daughter, which he hadn't even known,and he read things he had never told anyone. He really was aking, a wise king.The hills of Andalusia were only two hours away, but there was an entiredesert between him and the Pyramids. It wouldn't be the first time.\"And the woman told the boy to leave, saying she had already wasted toomuch time with him.So the boy was disappointed; he decided that he would never again believein dreams. We are part of that soul, so we rarely recognizethat it is working for us. All they ever do, really, islook for food and water. \"The religion hereforbids it.\"The boy told him then that he needed to get to the Pyramids. He spoke Spanish betterthan Arabic, and, if this boy was going to Al-Fayoum, there would besomeone to talk to when there were no other important things to do. I don't know how to turn them into reality. The merchants were assembling theirstalls, and the boy helped a candy seller to do his. With the girl withthe raven hair, his days would never be the same again.But finally the merchant appeared, and asked the boy to shear four sheep.He paid for the wool and asked the shepherd to come back the followingyear. \"That's it! I could die happily, and that made me feel good.\"One day, the earth began to tremble, and the Nile overflowed its banks. But thosewho know about such things would know that those are Urim and Thummim.I didn't know that they had them in this part of the world.\"\"They were given to me as a present by a king,\" the boy said.The stranger didn't answer; instead, he put his hand in his pocket, and tookout two stones that were the same as the boy's.\"Did you say a king?\" he asked.\"I guess you don't believe that a king would talk to someone like me, ashepherd,\" he said, wanting to end the conversation.\"Not at all. \"There are rumors of tribal wars,\" he told them.The three fell silent. I have been told that beauty is the great seducer ofmen.\"The merchant didn't respond, but that afternoon, after saying his prayersand closing the shop, he invited the boy to sit with him and share hishookah, that strange pipe used by the Arabs.\"What is it you're looking for?\" asked the old merchant.\"I've already told you. '\"The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing.His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man hadentrusted to him.\" 'Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,' said the wise man. And then they want theperson to change. Download The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho Book PDF. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 44 / 94The book that most interested the boy told the stories of the famousalchemists. Theboy was beginning to understand that intuition is really a sudden immersionof the soul into the universal current of life, where the histories of all peopleare connected, and we are able to know everything, because it's all writtenthere.\"Maktub,\" the boy said, remembering the crystal merchant.The desert was all sand in some stretches, and rocky in others. Maybe the church, with thesycamore growing from within, had been haunted. I never thoughtI'd end up in a place like this, he thought, as he leafed through the pages ofa chemical journal. The The sale of his sheep had left him with enough money in hispouch, and the boy knew that in money there was magic; whoever hasmoney is never really alone. The boy swore to Jesus Christ. I don't want anything else in life.But you are forcing me to look at wealth and at horizons I have neverknown. When he had gone only a short distance, he realized that, whilethey were erecting the stall, one of them had spoken Arabic and the otherSpanish.And they had understood each other perfectly well.There must be a language that doesn't depend on words, the boy thought.I've already had that experience with my sheep, and now it's happening withpeople. I'm going to become bitter and distrustful of people because oneperson betrayed me. And if the book was irritating, as the old man had said, theboy still had time to change it for another.\"It's a book that says the same thing almost all the other books in the worldsay,\" continued the old man. Now, I can see that it hasn't been too bad. \"If you want to learn about your owntreasure, you will have to give me one-tenth of your flock.\"\"What about one-tenth of my treasure?\"The old man looked disappointed. \"You and I aren't like Hassan, that richmerchant. It hurt him a bit to think about it, but he had never seen one like itbefore. He had lived thirty years of his lifebuying and selling crystal pieces, and now it was too late to do anythingelse.He spent the entire morning observing the infrequent comings and goings inthe street. Likeeating or sleeping, or like seeking love or finding a job. I hate this tea.\"\"There is no wine in this country,\" the young man said. And I'm going to hold on to what little I have,because I'm too insignificant to conquer the world.He opened his pouch to see what was left of his possessions; maybe therewas a bit left of the sandwich he had eaten on the ship. It was said that he was morethan two hundred years old, and that he had discovered the Philosopher'sStone and the Elixir of Life. They were people of the desert, and clamoredto hear his stories about the great cities.The boy told them about his life as a shepherd, and was about to tell themof his experiences at the crystal shop when the Englishman came into thetent.\"I've been looking for you all morning,\" he said, as he led the boy outside. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 33 / 94He waited patiently for the merchant to awaken and open the shop. Torealize one's destiny is a person's only real obligation. First he hadstudied Esperanto, then the world's religions, and now it was alchemy. \"In alchemy, it's calledthe Soul of the World. And also by unhappiness, envy, and jealousy. Urim and Thummim.It made the boy think of the old king, and it startled him to realize how longit had been since he had thought of him. His smile reminded the boy of the old manthe mysterious old king he had met. About; . He remembered the smile of the candy seller,on his first day in Tangier, when he had nothing to eat and nowhere to gothat smile had also been like the old king's smile.It's almost as if he had been here and left his mark, he thought. He saw to it that all the sheep enteredthrough the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent theflock from wandering away during the night. Three days from now, he wouldbe with the merchant's daughter.He started to read the book he had bought. Parents would rather see their children marry bakersthan shepherds.\"The boy felt a pang in his heart, thinking about the merchant's daughter.There was surely a baker in her town.The old man continued, \"In the long run, what people think about shepherdsand bakers becomes more important for them than their own destinies.\"The old man leafed through the book, and fell to reading a page he cameto. The boy could certainly resist causingthat kind of anxiety for the baker. For nearly a year, he had beenworking incessantly, thinking only of putting aside enough money so that hecould return to Spain with pride.\"Never stop dreaming,\" the old king had said. The boy was tempted to be rude, and move to another bench, buthis father had taught him to be respectful of the elderly. He could sell the stones and buy a return ticket. The miner was about to give it all up, right atthe point when, if he were to examine just one more stonejust one morehe would find his emerald. He didn't consider mending the holethe stonescould fall through any time they wanted. Maybe it was his treasure tohave wound up in that strange land, met up with a thief, and doubled thesize of his flock without spending a cent.He was proud of himself. It was only theEnglishman who was unaware of all this; he was, for the most part,immersed in reading his books.The boy, too, had his book, and he had tried to read it during the first fewdays of the journey. Then aman approached.\"Do you know someone here who cures people's illnesses?\" the boy asked.\"Allah cures our illnesses,\" said the man, clearly frightened of the strangers.\"You're looking for witch doctors.\" He spoke some verses from the Koran,and moved on.Another man appeared. And the solid part was called the Philosopher's Stone.\"It's not easy to find the Philosopher's Stone,\" said the Englishman. It was bunched up, and he had hardly thought of it for along time. Swear that you will give me one-tenth of your treasurein exchange for what I am going to tell you.\"The shepherd swore that he would. No sound from the bazaars, no arguments among the merchants,no men climbing to the towers to chant. He had never even wept in frontof his own sheep. If the sand was too finefor the animals' hooves, they sought a way where the sand was moresubstantial. Yes, the old man hadknown what he was talking about: during the time the boy had spent in the Heknew it would require a lot of patience, but shepherds know all aboutpatience. He looked at the people in the plaza for awhile; they were coming and going, and all of them seemed to be verybusy.\"So, what is Salem like?\" he asked, trying to get some sort of clue.\"It's like it always has been.\"No clue yet. Sometimes it's better to be withthe sheep, who don't say anything. When he speaks in our language, Ican interpret what he has said. He knew that a few hours from now, with the sun at itszenith, the heat would be so great that he would not be able to lead hisflock across the fields. Then he asked that everyone, including his own sentinels, handover their arms to the men appointed by the tribal chieftains.\"Those are the rules of war,\" the leader explained. \"They are so used tome that they know my schedule,\" he muttered. I know its dimensions andhow it behaves. \"But I have to buy two camels.\"They walked together through the narrow streets of Tangier. \"His way isn't the same as mine, nor mine as his. They don't see that the fields are new and the seasonschange. Something brightreflected from his chest with such intensity that the boy was momentarilyblinded. I havenever heard of them, but, if it was a child who showed them to you, they Originally written in Portuguese, it became a widely translated international bestseller. The Alchemist Quotes About Wisdom With Page Numbers. It seemed he had made the long journeyfor nothing. On the very first page itdescribed a burial ceremony. And, above all, don't forgetto follow your destiny through to its conclusion.\"But before I go, I want to tell you a little story.\"A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happinessfrom the wisest man in the world. He was sure the girl would never understand. And I will tellyou how to find the hidden treasure. His parents had wanted him to become apriest, and thereby a source of pride for a simple farm family. He had said that it was a goodthing for the boy to clean the crystal pieces, so that he could free himselffrom negative thoughts. And he knew what was thefair price for every one of his animals.He decided to return to his friend's stable by the longest route possible. Idon't like people to do that, because the sheep are afraid of strangers. Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2019-08-17 17:11:21 Identifier thealchemist_201908 Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t6b35q07j Ocr ABBYY FineReader 11.0 (Extended OCR) I thoughtthat someday I'd be rich, and could go to Mecca. These are good omens.\" A huge wooden cross. Like this book? He didn't know the man yet, but his practiced eyewould recognize him when he appeared. Now that I have seen them, and now that I see how immense mypossibilities are, I'm going to feel worse than I did before you arrived.Because I know the things I should be able to accomplish, and I don't wantto do so.\"It's good I refrained from saying anything to the baker in Tarifa, thought theboy to himself.They went on smoking the pipe for a while as the sun began to set. But now I'm sad andalone. The boy wasstrong, and wanted to retaliate, but he was in a foreign country. They traveled, spoke withwise men, performed miracles for the incredulous, and owned thePhilosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Life.But when the boy wanted to learn how to achieve the Master Work, hebecame completely lost. He was tense and upset, because he knew that the old manwas right. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 41 / 94But all this happened for one basic reason: no matter how many detoursand adjustments it made, the caravan moved toward the same compasspoint. \"Hewanted your money,\" he said. The link to download The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho Book in PDF has been shared down below. "Sooo much more helpful than SparkNotes. One year, when the crop wasthe best ever, we all went to Mecca, and I satisfied the only unmetobligation in my life. There were oases throughout the desert, but the tribesmen foughtin the desert, leaving the oases as places of refuge.With some difficulty, the leader of the caravan brought all his peopletogether and gave them his instructions. That's where I was born.\"\"Well then, we could say that I was born in Salem.\"The boy didn't know where Salem was, but he didn't want to ask, fearingthat he would appear ignorant. He went downthe stairs and found the merchant waiting on a foreign couple, while twoother customers walked about the shop, drinking tea from crystal glasses. But hedecided first to buy his bakery and put some money aside. Outside, a hugecaravan was being prepared for a crossing of the Sahara, and wasscheduled to pass through Al-Fayoum.I'm going to find that damned alchemist, the Englishman thought. The boy knew a lot of people in the city. The boy watched it through itstrajectory for some time, until it was hidden behind the white housessurrounding the plaza. He had learned some important things, like how todeal in crystal, and about the language without words and about omens.One afternoon he had seen a man at the top of the hill, complaining that itwas impossible to find a decent place to get something to drink after such aclimb. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 24 / 94Even if he never got to the Pyramids, he had already traveled farther thanany shepherd he knew. Taking the jacket out, he began to clean theglasses. \"Ineed you to help me find out where the alchemist lives.\"First, they tried to find him on their own. His hands began to tremble, and thewoman sensed it. He didn't want tocry with the other people there. They spent so much time close to the fire that gradually theygave up the vanities of the world. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. He was going to miss the place and all thegood things he had learned. Although the vision of the date palms would someday be just amemory, right now it signified shade, water, and a refuge from the war.Yesterday, the camel's groan signaled danger, and now a row of date palmscould herald a miracle.The world speaks many languages, the boy thought. The boythought back to that conversation with his father, and felt happy; he hadalready seen many castles and met many women (but none the equal of theone who awaited him several days hence). The boy approached awoman who had come to the well to fill a goatskin with water.\"Good afternoon, ma'am. But, finally, he agreed that the boy,who spoke better Arabic than he, should do so. \"Just asyour grandfather taught you. Since that morning in the marketplace, he had never again madeuse of Urim and Thummim, because Egypt was now just as distant a dreamfor him as was Mecca for the merchant. He sat there, staring blanklythrough the door of the caf? \"When I'm eating, that's all I think about. Every step has to be followedexactly as it was followed by the masters.\"The boy learned that the liquid part of the Master Work was called the Elixirof Life, and that it cured all illnesses; it also kept the alchemist fromgrowing old. It was as if the world hadfallen silent because the boy's soul had. In half an hour, he had cleaned all the glasses in the window, and,as he was doing so, two customers had entered the shop and bought somecrystal.When he had completed the cleaning, he asked the man for something toeat. The drivers carried thefreight themselves over such treacherous footing, and then reloaded thecamels. If he makes a buying mistake, it doesn't affect him much. When someone sees thesame people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, theywind up becoming a part of that person's life. But he found it much more interesting to observe thecaravan and listen to the wind. *A card hanging in the doorway announced that several languages werespoken in the shop. *The Englishman was sitting on a bench in a structure that smelled ofanimals, sweat, and dust; it was part warehouse, part corral. And yet,none of these people has ever met the old king. The Englishman had been profoundly impressedby the story. He also tried to remembersome good stories to relate as he sheared the sheep. Since they werevisitors, they would have to share living space with those who lived there,and would be given the best accommodations. He recited an Our Father silently.\"Very interesting,\" said the woman, never taking her eyes from the boy'shands, and then she fell silent.The boy was becoming nervous. They were fascinating stories:each of them lived out his destiny to the end. Project Gutenberg. Theowner of the bar came over and looked, as well. *\"I'm the leader of the caravan,\" said a dark-eyed, bearded man. I can't help you if you feel you've gotenough sheep.\"The boy was getting irritated. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 34 / 94and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.Tangier was no longer a strange city, and he felt that, just as he hadconquered this place, he could conquer the world.\"When you want something, all the universe conspires to help you achieveit,\" the old king had said.But the old king hadn't said anything about being robbed, or about endlessdeserts, or about people who know what their dreams are but don't want torealize them. An illustration of two cells of a film strip. And, when someone was in such pursuit, the entire universe madean effort to help him succeedthat's what the old king had said. He had not a cent in his pocket, but he had faith. And both you and I needed to cleanse ourminds of negative thoughts.\"When they had eaten, the merchant turned to the boy and said, \"I'd like youto work in my shop. Although the boy had developed a superstition that each time heopened the book he would learn something important, he decided it was anunnecessary burden.He became friendly with the camel driver who traveled alongside him. They were content with just food and water, and, in exchange, theygenerously gave of their wool, their company, andonce in a whiletheirmeat.If I became a monster today, and decided to kill them, one by one, theywould become aware only after most of the flock had been slaughtered,thought the boy. An illustration of an open book. \"But the desert is so huge, and the horizons so distant, that theymake a person feel small, and as if he should remain silent.\"The boy understood intuitively what he meant, even without ever having setfoot in the desert before. He wasfeeling sorry for himself, and lamenting the fact that his life could havechanged so suddenly and so drastically.He was so ashamed that he wanted to cry. \"And, as he smothered the coals in the hookah, he told the boy that he could The boy had already had experience on theroad with Gypsies; they also traveled, but they had no flocks of sheep.People said that Gypsies spent their lives tricking others. \"Why are you telling me all this?\"\"Because you are trying to realize your destiny. The lad wandered through the desert forforty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. The infidels had an evil look about them.Besides this, in the rush of his travels he had forgotten a detail, just onedetail, which could keep him from his treasure for a long time: only Arabicwas spoken in this country.The owner of the bar approached him, and the boy pointed to a drink thathad been served at the next table. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 27 / 94asleep. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 49 / 94\"It helped me to trust in people,\" the Englishman answered.Meanwhile, the boy thought about his treasure. Who knows,maybe they had failed to discover the secret of the Master WorkthePhilosopher's Stoneand for this reason kept their knowledge tothemselves.He had already spent much of the fortune left to him by his father, fruitlesslyseeking the Philosopher's Stone. A small sliver of the stone can transform large quantities of metalinto gold.\"Having heard that, the boy became even more interested in alchemy. It seems old and wise.The wind never stopped, and the boy remembered the day he had sat at thefort in Tarifa with this same wind blowing in his face. \"When he was a child, that man wanted to travel, too. Fromatop its walls, one can catch a glimpse of Africa. But he knew that Salem wasn't in Andalusia. If it were, hewould already have heard of it.\"And what do you do in Salem?\" he insisted.\"What do I do in Salem?\" The old man laughed. 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