His newfriend pushed the owner aside, and pulled the boy outside with him. I could die happily, and that made me feel good.\"One day, the earth began to tremble, and the Nile overflowed its banks. The boy waited, and then interrupted the old man just as he himself hadbeen interrupted. Books. He had helped him out in a dangeroussituation. Whenever he saw the sea, or a fire, he fell silent,impressed by their elemental force.I've learned things from the sheep, and I've learned things from crystal, hethought. Theboy repeated his question.\"Why do you want to find that sort of person?\" the Arab asked.\"Because my friend here has traveled for many months in order to meet withhim,\" the boy said.\"If such a man is here at the oasis, he must be the very powerful one,\" saidthe old man after thinking for a few moments. The oldman was probably a Gypsy, too.But before the boy could say anything, the old man leaned over, picked upa stick, and began to write in the sand of the plaza. The Something brightreflected from his chest with such intensity that the boy was momentarilyblinded. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist page 17. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. He had not a cent in his pocket, but he had faith. He had had the same dreamthat night as a week ago, and once again he had awakened before it ended.He arose and, taking up his crook, began to awaken the sheep that stillslept. He also tried to remembersome good stories to relate as he sheared the sheep. In some places, the ground was covered with the salt of dried-up lakes. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 10 / 94\"What's the world's greatest lie?\" the boy asked, completely surprised.\"It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what'shappening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. Andthen I'll have to change my way of life.\"\"Well, isn't that good?\"\"I'm already used to the way things are. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 5 / 94afford to travel,\" his father said. Idon't like people to do that, because the sheep are afraid of strangers. Gold would lose its value.\"It's only those who are persistent, and willing to study things deeply, whoachieve the Master Work. \"They're only made ofrock crystal, and there are millions of rock crystals in the earth. They have blond hair, or dark skin, butbasically they're the same as the people who live right here.\"\"But I'd like to see the castles in the towns where they live,\" the boyexplained.\"Those people, when they see our land, say that they would like to live hereforever,\" his father continued.\"Well, I'd like to see their land, and see how they live,\" said his son.\"The people who come here have a lot of money to spend, so they can 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. As he took his jacket out of the pouch, thinking to give it tosomeone in the street, the two stones fell to the floor. And it ends up saying that everyone believes the world'sgreatest lie.\" The Alchemist: 25th Anniversary Edition by Paulo Coelho fThe Alchemist: 25th Anniversary Edition PDF The Alchemist: 25th Anniversary Edition by by Paulo Coelho This The Alchemist: 25th Anniversary Edition book is not really ordinary book, you have it then the world is in your hands. The book was written inSpanish. He had already imagined the scene manytimes; every time, the girl became fascinated when he explained that thesheep had to be sheared from back to front. But instead of being saddened, he was happy. But maybe I'llnever have another chance to get to the Pyramids in Egypt. But let's say that the most important is that you have pdf | Brahim EL FEZZAZI - Academia.edu Download Free PDF The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. That's good. The dunes were changed constantlyby the wind, yet these were the same sands he had known since he was achild. The way the content is organized He seemed unfriendly, andhad looked irritated when the boy had entered. So, it's not surprising that kingswould talk to shepherds.\"And he went on, fearing that the boy wouldn't understand what he was 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. Butwe're both in search of our destinies, and I respect him for that.\" *The caravan began to travel day and night. An illustration of two cells of a film strip. But now, as the sun began to set, he was in a differentcountry, a stranger in a strange land, where he couldn't even speak thelanguage. That's what helpsme face these days that are all the same, these mute crystals on theshelves, and lunch and dinner at that same horrible caf? He was afraid to look around, because he knew what hewould find. 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 And he asked the boy if he, too, were in search ofthe alchemist.\"I'm looking for a treasure,\" said the boy, and he immediately regrettedhaving said it. 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. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 4 / 94The boy was surprised at his thoughts. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the othersbecome angry. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 1 / 94 The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho Translated by Alan R. Clarke. = CONTENTS = Part One Part Two EpiloguePART ONEThe boy's name was Santiago. An allegorical novel, The Alchemist follows a young Andalusian shepherd in his journey to the pyramids of Egypt, after having a recurring dream of finding a treasure there. 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. \"They're just a pile of stones. Did you notice the beautiful parchments in mylibrary? The boy could certainly resist causingthat kind of anxiety for the baker. I don't want anything else in life.But you are forcing me to look at wealth and at horizons I have neverknown. The priests carried them in a golden breastplate.\"The boy was suddenly happy to be there at the warehouse.\"Maybe this is an omen,\" said the Englishman, half aloud.\"Who told you about omens?\" The boy's interest was increasing by themoment.\"Everything in life is an omen,\" said the Englishman, now closing the journalhe was reading. He had surprised himself with the thought.Until then, he had considered the omens to be things of this world. The boy wasstrong, and wanted to retaliate, but he was in a foreign country. Published 1992. And the names of the people involved werevery difficult to pronounce. I'm used to theway I am.\"The boy didn't know what to say. \"I have the money I need to buy my sheep.And you have the money you need to go to Mecca.\"The old man said nothing.\"Will you give me your blessing?\" asked the boy. The sheep will get used to my notbeing there, too, the boy thought.From where he sat, he could observe the plaza. All things are one.\"And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you toachieve it.\"They were both silent for a time, observing the plaza and the townspeople.It was the old man who spoke first.\"Why do you tend a flock of sheep?\"\"Because I like to travel.\"The old man pointed to a baker standing in his shop window at one cornerof the plaza. \"His way isn't the same as mine, nor mine as his. The old woman had said the same thing. One of them, a cobbler whomade his living mending boots, said that he had traveled for almost a yearthrough the desert, but that he got more tired when he had to walk throughthe streets of Tangier buying his leather.\"\"Well, why don't you go to Mecca now?\" asked the boy.\"Because it's the thought of Mecca that keeps me alive. 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. We areobliged, at least once in our lives, to visit the holy city of Mecca.\"Mecca is a lot farther away than the Pyramids. He had worked for an entire year to make a dream cometrue, and that dream, minute by minute, was becoming less important.Maybe because that wasn't really his dream.Who knows maybe it's better to be like the crystal merchant: never go toMecca, and just go through life wanting to do so, he thought, again tryingto convince himself. '\"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. Good afternoon.\"And he vanished around the corner of the plaza. I never thoughtI'd end up in a place like this, he thought, as he leafed through the pages ofa chemical journal. Some men were smoking from a gigantic pipethat they passed from one to the other. The boy had never even noticed that there was a hole in his pouch.He knelt down to find Urim and Thummim and put them back in the pouch.But as he saw them lying there on the ground, another phrase came to hismind.\"Learn to recognize omens, and follow them,\" the old king had said.An omen. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of theflowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Fromatop its walls, one can catch a glimpse of Africa. The day was hot, and the wine wasrefreshing. No sound from the bazaars, no arguments among the merchants,no men climbing to the towers to chant. I know its dimensions andhow it behaves. \"That didn't teach me anything,either.\"The boy went back to contemplating the silence of the desert, and the sandraised by the animals. \"Not even the tribal chieftainsare able to see him when they want to. Heknew it would require a lot of patience, but shepherds know all aboutpatience. In those days it had been wonderful to beselling crystal, and he had thought how he would become rich, and havebeautiful women at his side as he grew older.But, as time passed, Tangier had changed. \"Why are you telling me all this?\"\"Because you are trying to realize your destiny. The tea seemed less bitter.\"Who are you?\" he heard a voice ask him in Spanish.The boy was relieved. Full text of "The Alchemist" Some of them were things that he hadalready experienced, and weren't really new, but that he had neverperceived before. They were solitary individualswho no longer believed in things, and didn't understand that shepherdsbecome attached to their sheep. He never realized thatpeople are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of.\"\"He should have decided to become a shepherd,\" the boy said. 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. As he was leaving, he saw, in the corner of the room, his oldshepherd's pouch. The roof had fallen in long ago, and anenormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had oncestood.He decided to spend the night there. If he ever wrote a book, he thought, he wouldpresent one person at a time, so that the reader wouldn't have to worry He was no longer a shepherd, and he had nothing, not even themoney to return and start everything over.All this happened between sunrise and sunset, the boy thought. They don't see that the fields are new and the seasonschange. In return, I needmoney to get to Egypt tomorrow.\"The merchant laughed. And the leader posted armed sentinels at the fringes of the group.The Englishman was unable to sleep one night. 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 was the old manwho had asked for a drink of his wine, and had started the conversation.\"Give me my book,\" the boy said. *He was shaken into wakefulness by someone. 12 by Ben Jonson. 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. As the time passed, the boy found himself wishing that theday would never end, that her father would stay busy and keep him waitingfor three days. 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. *The times rush past, and so do the caravans, thought the alchemist, as hewatched the hundreds of people and animals arriving at the oasis. . He said that he had always dreamed of being a shepherd, andthat it was a good omen.\"\"That's the way it always is,\" said the old man. This Soul of the World allowedthem to understand anything on the face of the earth, because it was thelanguage with which all things communicated. Ten years at the university, and here I am in a corral.But he had to move on. The boy, accustomed to recognizing omens, spoke to the merchant.\"Let's sell tea to the people who climb the hill.\"\"Lots of places sell tea around here,\" the merchant said.\"But we could sell tea in crystal glasses. But the marketplace was empty, and he was far fromhome, so he wept. Just as I hadn't realized that for so many years Ihad been speaking a language without words to my sheep.\"Do you want to go to work for me?\" the merchant asked.\"I can work for the rest of today,\" the boy answered. It was bunched up, and he had hardly thought of it for along time. But she said nothing.\"Then, at the Egyptian pyramids,\"he said the last three words slowly, sothat the old woman would understand\"the child said to me, If you comehere, you will find a hidden treasure.' 1 of 25. There was nothing tohold him back except himself. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho Upgrade to A + Intro Plot Summary Summary & Analysis Themes Quotes Characters Symbols Theme Wheel Teachers and parents! Did you see the garden that it took the mastergardener ten years to create? Two customers came in today while you were working,and that's a good omen.\"People talk a lot about omens, thought the shepherd. Full Book Summary. But I want each and everyone of you to swear by the God you believe in that you will follow my ordersno matter what. Several lost sheep. Everything you need for every book you read. 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. He had remembered that one of thecrystal merchant's suppliers transported his crystal by means of caravansthat crossed the desert. Just handling them made himfeel better. Don't try to enterinto the life of the oasis,\" he said, and walked away.But the Englishman was exultant. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 19 / 94again after having charged him his one-tenth fee. 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. If a guide were to fall ill or die, the camel drivers would draw lotsand appoint a new one. I know good crystal from bad, andeverything else there is to know about crystal. He prepared himself a sandwich and drank somehot tea from a crystal glass. He remembered something his grandfather had once toldhim: that butterflies were a good omen. 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. Please enter a valid web address. Only when he consents.\"Wait for the end of the war. Africa was only a few hoursfrom Tarifa; one had only to cross the narrow straits by boat. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 48 / 94way because they were made up from the pure life, and this kind of lifecannot be captured in pictures or words.Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind upforgetting the Language of the World. That waswhat made traveling appeal to himhe always made new friends, and hedidn't need to spend all of his time with them. \"I had my orchard, my children, anda life that would change not at all until I died. \"What kind of Arab are you?\"\"That's a good luck omen,\" the Englishman said, after the fat Arab had goneout. Taking the jacket out, he began to clean theglasses. 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. 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. Creatures like the sheep, that are used totraveling, know about moving on.\"He thought of the merchant's daughter, and was sure that she had probablymarried. There was a small building there, with awindow at which people bought tickets to Africa. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 23 / 94trying to tell him not to trust that man. 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. If he were to tire of the Andalusianfields, he could sell his sheep and go to sea. \"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. But now I'm sad andalone. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 16 / 94levanter was still getting stronger, and he felt its force on his face. \"In school.\"\"Well, if you know how to read, why are you just a shepherd?\"The boy mumbled an answer that allowed him to avoid responding to herquestion. He sat there, staring blanklythrough the door of the caf? The boy explained that it wasn't important, since that sheep was themost intelligent of the flock, and produced the most wool.\"Where is the treasure?\" he asked.\"It's in Egypt, near the Pyramids.\"The boy was startled. That's why I feel that I deserve a part ofwhat you find.\"And this is my interpretation: you must go to the Pyramids in Egypt. That was the law ofhospitality. 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 boy smiled to himself. All his life and all his studieswere aimed at finding the one true language of the universe. \"He doesn't have enough money to travel.\"While standing at the ticket window, the boy had remembered his flock, and The sheep were at the gates of the city, in a stable thatbelonged to a friend. But that disaster taught me to understand the wordof Allah: people need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achievingwhat they need and want.\"We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or ourpossessions and property. But I'm afraid that it would all be a disappointment, so I preferjust to dream about it.\"That day, the merchant gave the boy permission to build the display. When he's anold man, he's going to spend a month in Africa. The ideafrightened him.\"Another dreamer,\" said the ticket seller to his assistant, watching the boywalk away. He knew nothing aboutthe customs of the strange land he was in.\"I'll just watch him,\" he said to himself. Then, taking his sheep, hewalked away. It's the simple things in lifethat are the most extraordinary; only wise men are able to understand them.And since I am not wise, I have had to learn other arts, such as the readingof palms.\"\"Well, how am I going to get to Egypt?\"\"I only interpret dreams. It had caused him tohave the same dream for a second time, and it was causing him to feelanger toward his faithful companions. \"My friend bought all the other sheepimmediately. \"The fifth obligation of every Muslim is a pilgrimage. He was thinking about omens, and someone hadappeared.\"How come you speak Spanish?\" he asked. He picked up the two stones and putthem back in his pouch. Once again he saw that, in that strange land, he was applying thesame lessons he had learned with his sheep.\"All things are one,\" the old man had said. 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. I'm interested only inthe present. The boy approached awoman who had come to the well to fill a goatskin with water.\"Good afternoon, ma'am. The most important is to believe only in the one true God. \"It's like the camel driver said:'Eat when it's time to eat. An alchemist.\"The conversation was interrupted by the warehouse boss.\"You're in luck, you two,\" the fat Arab said. But he hadfound a guide, and didn't want to miss out on an opportunity.\"You have to cross the entire Sahara desert,\" said the young man. Itmade me very depressed. Or beginner's luck.\"The merchant was silent for a few moments. 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. \"They come in search of new things, but when they leave theyare basically the same people they were when they arrived. Capture a web page as it appears now for use as a trusted citation in the future. Then she tookboth of his hands in hers, and began quietly to pray.It sounded like a Gypsy prayer. Maybe no one here knows what analchemist is! She would never know the difference, because she didn't knowhow to read.Meanwhile, the old man persisted in his attempt to strike up a conversation.He said that he was tired and thirsty, and asked if he might have a sip ofthe boy's wine. He looked likean Arab, which was not unusual in those parts. That's why I'm here in the middle of the desert.I'm seeking a true alchemist who will help me to decipher the codes.\"\"When were these books written?\" the boy asked.\"Many centuries ago.\"\"They didn't have the printing press in those days,\" the boy argued. 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 11 / 94books. 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