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. And yet,none of these people has ever met the old king. It wasn't exactly that they were secrets; God revealed his secretseasily to all his creatures.He had only one explanation for this fact: things have to be transmitted this The old man,meanwhile, was leafing through the book, without seeming to want to returnit at all. Other shops were opened that served tea in crystal, but they weren't atthe top of a hill, and they had little business.Eventually, the merchant had to hire two more employees. The sheep will get used to my notbeing there, too, the boy thought.From where he sat, he could observe the plaza. \"The Koran requires me tofeed a hungry person.\"\"Well then, why did you let me do it?\" the boy asked.\"Because the crystal was dirty. The two men exchangedsome words in Arabic, and the bar owner seemed irritated.\"Let's get out of here\" said the new arrival. Atnight, as they sat around the fire, the boy related to the driver hisadventures as a shepherd.During one of these conversations, the driver told of his own life.\"I used to live near El Cairum,\" he said. The othersare to pray five times a day, fast during Ramadan, and be charitable to thepoor.\"He stopped there. Heknew all the fields and pastures of Andalusia. *At the highest point in Tarifa there is an old fort, built by the Moors. They reached the center of a largeplaza where the market was held. 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. 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. \"The shepherd said nothing. \"People will pass byand bump into it, and pieces will be broken.\"\"Well, when I took my sheep through the fields some of them might havedied if we had come upon a snake. In just a few hours he had seen menwalking hand in hand, women with their faces covered, and priests thatclimbed to the tops of towers and chantedas everyone about him went totheir knees and placed their foreheads on the ground.\"A practice of infidels,\" he said to himself. It reminded him of thewool from his sheep his sheep who were now seeking food and water inthe fields of Andalusia, as they always had.\"They're not my sheep anymore,\" he said to himself, without nostalgia.\"They must be used to their new shepherd, and have probably alreadyforgotten me. I can't help you if you feel you've gotenough sheep.\"The boy was getting irritated. Even meI haven't thought ofother women since I met the merchant's daughter. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 12 / 94succeeded in discovering your destiny.\"The boy didn't know what a person's \"destiny\" was.\"It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. And I will tellyou how to find the hidden treasure. Itmade me very depressed. He'sdoing it because it's what he wants to do,\" thought the boy. pdf INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING PHENOMENON, 2012 Brahim EL FEZZAZI Paulo Coelho Full PDF Package This Paper A short summary of this paper 1 Full PDF related to this paper Download Download Full PDF Package Translate PDF The other man remarked that tea was alwaysmore delicious when it was served in crystal, because the aroma wasretained. Noteveryone can see his dreams come true in the same way. Thedays had always been silent, but now, even the nightswhen the travelerswere accustomed to talking around the fireshad also become quiet. 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 could place it outside, and attract those people who pass atthe bottom of the hill.\"\"I've never had one before,\" the merchant answered. \"We make a lot of detours, butwe're always heading for the same destination.\"\"And you ought to read more about the world,\" answered the Englishman.\"Books are like caravans in that respect.\"The immense collection of people and animals began to travel faster. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 26 / 94\"I can clean up those glasses in the window, if you want,\" said the boy.\"The way they look now, nobody is going to want to buy them.\"The man looked at him without responding.\"In exchange, you could give me something to eat.\"The man still said nothing, and the boy sensed that he was going to have tomake a decision. He quickly pulled his hands away.\"I didn't come here to have you read my palm,\" he said, already regrettinghaving come. There, in front of him, where the small starshad been the night before, was an endless row of date palms, stretchingacross the entire desert.\"We've done it!\" said the Englishman, who had also awakened early.But the boy was quiet. I hate this tea.\"\"There is no wine in this country,\" the young man said. The Alchemist tells the story of a young shepherd named Santiago who is able to find a treasure beyond his wildest dreams. The boy could see in his father's gaze adesire to be able, himself, to travel the worlda desire that was still alive,despite his father's having had to bury it, over dozens of years, under theburden of struggling for water to drink, food to eat, and the same place tosleep every night of his life. Thatwind had brought the Moors, yes, but it had also brought the smell of thedesert and of veiled women. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 29 / 94\"I want to get back to my sheep faster. 12 by Ben Jonson. That's good, thought the Englishman. It had been eleven months and nine dayssince he had first set foot on the African continent.He dressed in his Arabian clothing of white linen, bought especially for thisday. But I had to insist on the payment of sixsheep because I helped you to make your decision.\"The boy put the stones in his pouch. People continued to comeand go from the baker's shop. 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 as if some mysterious energy bound his life to that ofthe sheep, with whom he had spent the past two years, leading themthrough the countryside in search of food and water. \"They're just a pile of stones. He realized: If I can learn to understand this languagewithout words, I can learn to understand the world.Relaxed and unhurried, he resolved that he would walk through the narrowstreets of Tangier. Hewas selling better than ever as if time had turned back to the old dayswhen the street had been one of Tangier's major attractions.\"Business has really improved,\" he said to the boy, after the customer hadleft. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other peopleshould lead their lives, but none about his or her own.He decided to wait until the sun had sunk a bit lower in the sky beforefollowing his flock back through the fields. Nevertheless, the merchantdecided to delay his lunch for a few minutes until the boy moved on. So the boy sat on the steps of the shop and took a book fromhis bag.\"I didn't know shepherds knew how to read,\" said a girl's voice behind him.The girl was typical of the region of Andalusia, with flowing black hair, andeyes that vaguely recalled the Moorish conquerors.\"Well, usually I learn more from my sheep than from books,\" he answered.During the two hours that they talked, she told him she was the merchant'sdaughter, and spoke of life in the village, where each day was like all theothers. Itwas more activity than usual for this time of the morning. But they couldnever have taught him Arabic.There are probably other things in the world that the sheep can't teach me,thought the boy as he regarded the old merchant. The sheep hadtaught him that.If God leads the sheep so well, he will also lead a man, he thought, and thatmade him feel better. \"Just asyour grandfather taught you. But, whichever it is, I'm going to chargeyou for the consultation.\"Another trick, the boy thought. Two customers came in today while you were working,and that's a good omen.\"People talk a lot about omens, thought the shepherd. But you know that I'm not going to go to Mecca. And maybe it wasn't that they were teaching me,but that I was learning from them.\"Maktub,\" the merchant said, finally.\"What does that mean?\"\"You would have to have been born an Arab to understand,\" he answered.\"But in your language it would be something like 'It is written.' Just by looking at them. \"Maybe no one herehas, either.\"The Englishman's eyes lit up. He got up to pay the bill, but the owner grabbed himand began to speak to him in an angry stream of words. Once again he was experiencing thelanguage without words the universal language.The Englishman asked if they were in danger.\"Once you get into the desert, there's no going back,\" said the camel driver.\"And, when you can't go back, you have to worry only about the best way ofmoving forward. After two hours, he returned to theroom where the wise man was.\" 'Well,' asked the wise man, 'did you see the Persian tapestries that arehanging in my dining hall? The boy knew what he was about to describe,though: the mysterious chain that links one thing to another, the same chainthat had caused him to become a shepherd, that had caused his recurringdream, that had brought him to a city near Africa, to find a king, and to berobbed in order to meet a crystal merchant, andThe closer one gets to realizing his destiny, the more that destiny becomeshis true reason for being, thought the boy.The caravan moved toward the east. All they ever do, really, islook for food and water. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of theflowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. He didn't consider mending the holethe stonescould fall through any time they wanted. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 11 / 94books. In this version of the story, the goddess of the forest encounters the lake in which Narcissus drowned. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 38 / 94talking about, \"It's in the Bible. Published 1992. With a movement that was too quick for someone his age, the mancovered whatever it was with his cape. It was the old manwho had asked for a drink of his wine, and had started the conversation.\"Give me my book,\" the boy said. The world was huge and inexhaustible; he had only to allow hissheep to set the route for a while, and he would discover other interestingthings. I know good crystal from bad, andeverything else there is to know about crystal. 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. He was going to be able to save thelittle money he had because of a dream about hidden treasure!\"Well, interpret the dream,\" he said.\"First, swear to me. About; . 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. He called to the boy, andthey took a walk along the dunes surrounding the encampment. He had to choose between something he hadbecome accustomed to and something he wanted to have. He had neverthought of them in terms of a language used by God to indicate what heshould do.\"Don't be impatient,\" he repeated to himself. But then he remembered that he wasn't going to have topay anything.\"I didn't need to waste my time just for this,\" he said.\"I told you that your dream was a difficult one. One always had something thatthe other neededas if everything were indeed written by one hand. *\"I need to sell some wool,\" the boy told the merchant.The shop was busy, and the man asked the shepherd to wait until theafternoon. The dunes were changed constantlyby the wind, yet these were the same sands he had known since he was achild. He put his headcloth in place and secured it with a ring made of camelskin. It was a pleasant changefrom talking to his sheep. He was afraid to look around, because he knew what hewould find. When he speaks in our language, Ican interpret what he has said. I don't know how animals know the age of humanbeings.\"\"Tell me more about your dream,\" said the woman. The boy had noticed that the Englishman was irritable, and missed hisbooks.\"So that those who have the responsibility for understanding canunderstand,\" he said. The boy watched it through itstrajectory for some time, until it was hidden behind the white housessurrounding the plaza. If he makes a buying mistake, it doesn't affect him much. 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. The boy knew a lot of people in the city. Originally written in Portuguese, it became a widely translated international bestseller. \"And ask for aglass of wine for me. God hasprepared a path for everyone to follow. \"They come in search of new things, but when they leave theyare basically the same people they were when they arrived. He read the lives of the various people who had succeeded in doingso: Helv?ius, Elias, Fulcanelli, and Geber. *The men climbed the hill, and they were tired when they reached the top.But there they saw a crystal shop that offered refreshing mint tea. He had discovered that thepresence of a certain bird meant that a snake was nearby, and that acertain shrub was a sign that there was water in the area. Now, I can see that it hasn't been too bad. He recognized that he was feeling something he had neverexperienced before: the desire to live in one place forever. Santiago is a humble shepherd whose desires are . He felt uneasy at the man's presence. The Alchemist by Ben Jonson - Free Ebook. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 13 / 94\"Well, he thought about that,\" the old man said. The alchemist saw the tribal chiefs greet the leader of thecaravan, and converse with him at length.But none of that mattered to the alchemist. He remembered that he had a number of things he had to takecare of: he went to the market for something to eat, he traded his book forone that was thicker, and he found a bench in the plaza where he couldsample the new wine he had bought. \"Not even the tribal chieftainsare able to see him when they want to. Hewas a devout man, and, even with all his impatience, he wanted to live hislife in accordance with Muslim law.\"What's the fifth obligation?\" the boy asked.\"Two days ago, you said that I had never dreamed of travel,\" the merchantanswered. You just have to read the omensthat he left for you.\"Before the boy could reply, a butterfly appeared and fluttered between himand the old man. Youcould build one in your backyard.\"\"You've never had dreams of travel,\" said the boy, turning to wait on acustomer who had entered the shop.Two days later, the merchant spoke to the boy about the display.\"I don't much like change,\" he said. \"He doesn't have enough money to travel.\"While standing at the ticket window, the boy had remembered his flock, and I couldn't have found God in the seminary,he thought, as he looked at the sunrise.Whenever he could, he sought out a new road to travel. He was at home with the silence of the desert, andhe was content just to look at the trees. Originally written in Portuguese, it became a widely translated international bestseller. The room'sfurnishings consisted of a table, an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus,and two chairs.The woman sat down, and told him to be seated as well. In two years he hadlearned everything about shepherding: he knew how to shear sheep, how tocare for pregnant ewes, and how to protect the sheep from wolves. This wasn't a strange place; it was anew one.After all, what he had always wanted was just that: to know new places. Theboy knew, and was now working toward it. 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. 1 of 25. Three days from now, he wouldbe with the merchant's daughter.He started to read the book he had bought. What he had to beconcerned about was his treasure, and how he was going to go aboutgetting it. The group was to remain there atthe oasis until the conflict between the tribes was over. The desert is acapricious lady, and sometimes she drives men crazy.\" Gold would lose its value.\"It's only those who are persistent, and willing to study things deeply, whoachieve the Master Work. Butthis was the present momentthe party the camel driver had mentionedand he wanted to live it as he did the lessons of his past and his dreams ofthe future. He decided to stay right there and await his return.As he waited, a priest climbed to the top of a nearby tower and began hischant; everyone in the market fell to their knees, touched their foreheads tothe ground, and took up the chant. And he knew that shepherds, likeseamen and like traveling salesmen, always found a town where there wassomeone who could make them forget the joys of carefree wandering.The day was dawning, and the shepherd urged his sheep in the direction ofthe sun. Then he said, \"The Prophetgave us the Koran, and left us just five obligations to satisfy during ourlives. Sparklet Chapter Summaries Summary & Analysis Part One, Section 1 Section 2 On the otherhand, I don't know if the desert can be a friend, and it's in the desert that Ihave to search for my treasure. *The old woman led the boy to a room at the back of her house; it wasseparated from her living room by a curtain of colored beads. The merchant spent the entire day mumbling behind the counter,telling the boy to be careful with the pieces and not to break anything.But he stayed with the job because the merchant, although he was an oldgrouch, treated him fairly; the boy received a good commission for eachpiece he sold, and had already been able to put some money aside. *The boy began again to read his book, but he was no longer able toconcentrate. But ever since he had been a child, he had wantedto know the world, and this was much more important to him than knowingGod and learning about man's sins. 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. \"But I want one-tenthof the treasure, if you find it.\"The boy laughedout of happiness. But let's say that the most important is that you have Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 28 / 94with shepherds.\"The merchant turned to a customer who wanted three crystal glasses. Melchizedek, the king ofSalem, sat on the wall of the fort that afternoon, and felt the levanterblowing in his face. If he did, it waspossible that the Arab would want a part of it as payment for taking himthere. No sound from the bazaars, no arguments among the merchants,no men climbing to the towers to chant. Take to the fields, and somedayyou'll learn that our countryside is the best, and our women the mostbeautiful.\"And he gave the boy his blessing. \"Did you learnanything?\" the Englishman asked, eager to hear what it might be. \"I know other girls in other places.\"But in his heart he knew that it did matter. They reminded him of the old man.\"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you toachieve it,\" he had said.The boy was trying to understand the truth of what the old man had said.There he was in the empty marketplace, without a cent to his name, andwith not a sheep to guard through the night. And, when someone was in such pursuit, the entire universe madean effort to help him succeedthat's what the old king had said. This Soul of the World allowedthem to understand anything on the face of the earth, because it was thelanguage with which all things communicated. \"You brought a new feeling into my crystalshop. He thought for a moment that it would be better to pay herfee and leave without learning a thing, that he was giving too muchimportance to his recurrent dream.\"You came so that you could learn about your dreams,\" said the old woman.\"And dreams are the language of God. But now I'm sad andalone. Always ask anobjective question.\"But, if you can, try to make your own decisions. This was a port town, and the only truthfulthing his friend had told him was that port towns are full of thieves.Now he understood why the owner of the bar had been so upset: he was The treasure was now nothing but a painful memory, andhe tried to avoid thinking about it.\"I don't know anyone around here who would want to cross the desert justto see the Pyramids,\" said the merchant. Because life wantsyou to achieve your destiny,\" the old king had said.But the merchant understood what the boy had said. But that's the way life is with sheep and He began toimport enormous quantities of tea, along with his crystal, and his shop wassought out by men and women with a thirst for things new.And, in that way, the months passed. Project Gutenberg. \"That didn't teach me anything,either.\"The boy went back to contemplating the silence of the desert, and the sandraised by the animals. He realized thathe could do the same thing the old man had donesense whether a personwas near to or far from his destiny. There you will find a treasure that will make you a rich man.\"The boy was surprised, and then irritated. He seemed unfriendly, andhad looked irritated when the boy had entered. 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. He was older, and was carrying a small bucket. It's always a positive force.\" 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. Paulo Coelho's masterpiece tells the mystical story of Santiago, an Andalusian shepherd boy who yearns . The treasure is at thePyramids; that you already knew. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 37 / 94scene that began the book. So he held out thebook to the manfor two reasons: first, that he, himself, wasn't sure how topronounce the title; and second, that if the old man didn't know how toread, he would probably feel ashamed and decide of his own accord tochange benches.\"Hmm\" said the old man, looking at all sides of the book, as if it weresome strange object. Itwas something that I thought could happen only to others, never to me. He had been in the same place for thirty years: a shop atthe top of a hilly street where few customers passed. Some men were smoking from a gigantic pipethat they passed from one to the other. Sometimes he would comment tothem on the things he had seen in the villages they passed.But for the past few days he had spoken to them about only one thing: thegirl, the daughter of a merchant who lived in the village they would reach inabout four days. They filled threesacks. If he were to tire of the Andalusianfields, he could sell his sheep and go to sea. Then she tookboth of his hands in hers, and began quietly to pray.It sounded like a Gypsy prayer. But use them to buy your flock. 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. \"But bakers are moreimportant people than shepherds. He knew that wind: people called it the levanter,because on it the Moors had come from the Levant at the eastern end ofthe Mediterranean.The levanter increased in intensity. The closer he got to therealization of his dream, the more difficult things became. Thatmorning he had done some calculating: if he continued to work every dayas he had been, he would need a whole year to be able to buy some sheep.\"I'd like to build a display case for the crystal,\" the boy said to themerchant. So, he asked if the old man'sblessing was still with him.He took out one of the stones. You can publish your book online for free in a few minutes! He had spent enormous amounts of timeat the great libraries of the world, and had purchased all the rarest and mostimportant volumes on alchemy. Bycoincidenceor maybe it was an omen, the boy thoughthe came to thebar he had entered on his first day there. But an old king sometimes has totake some pride in himself.\" *How strange Africa is, thought the boy.He was sitting in a bar very much like the other bars he had seen along thenarrow streets of Tangier. It's your mission on earth.\"\"Even when all you want to do is travel? If he sold just one of hissheep, he'd have enough to get to the other shore of the strait. The boy noticed that the man's clothing was strange. It traveled during the morning, haltedwhen the sun was at its strongest, and resumed late in the afternoon. 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