Short demo of a reading of \"The Alchemist\"
Young Adult (18-35)
North American (General)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Translated by Alan Are Clark, published in 1992. Part one. The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood. He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered for the ruined gate and then late some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had straight during the night and the boy had had to spend an entire next day searching for it. He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down. Using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow, he told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books. They lasted longer and made more comfortable pillows. It was still dark when he awoke and looking up, he could see the stars through the half destroyed roof. I wanted to sleep a little longer. He fought. He had had the same dream that night, as a week ago, once again, he had awakened. Before it ended, he arose on taking up. His crook began to awaken the sheep that still slept. He had noticed that as soon as he awoke, most of his animals also began to stir. It was of some mysterious energy bound hiss life to that of the sheep with whom he had spent the past two years leading them for the countryside in search of food and water. They're so used to me that they know my schedule, he muttered, thinking about that for a moment, he realized that it could be the other way around that it was he who had become accustomed to dare schedule.