The boyand the Englishman had bought camels, and climbed uncertainly onto theirbacks. ''He told the boy it was no coincidence that he had met him with Urim andThummim in his hand. But hedecided first to buy his bakery and put some money aside. The years of research, the magicsymbols, the strange words and the laboratory equipment none of thishad made an impression on the boy. I am in search of that universal language, amongother things. 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. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist page 17. Itwas there that the wise man lived.\"Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the mainroom of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went,people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing softmusic, and there was a table covered with platters of the most deliciousfood in that part of the world. \"I promised that I would make my own decisions,\" he said tohimself.But the stones had told him that the old man was still with him, and thatmade him feel more confident. \"You brought a new feeling into my crystalshop. The candy seller had asmile on his face: he was happy, aware of what his life was about, andready to begin a day's work. As they satdown at the only table in the place, the crystal merchant laughed.\"You didn't have to do any cleaning,\" he said. Everywherethere were stalls with items for sale. Share to Twitter . The Alchemist a novel by Paulo Coelho. I thoughtthat someday I'd be rich, and could go to Mecca. 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. wishing that he had died, and that everythingwould end forever at that moment.The merchant looked anxiously at the boy. 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. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 46 / 94\"Go back to watching the caravan,\" he said. The boy's verypresence in the shop was an omen, and, as time passed and money waspouring into the cash drawer, he had no regrets about having hired the boy.The boy was being paid more money than he deserved, because themerchant, thinking that sales wouldn't amount to much, had offered the boya high commission rate. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 19 / 94again after having charged him his one-tenth fee. \"Did you learnanything?\" the Englishman asked, eager to hear what it might be. Torealize one's destiny is a person's only real obligation. 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.' *The horizon was tinged with red, and suddenly the sun appeared. The old manwore a breastplate of gold, and he knew about my past. They were solitary individualswho no longer believed in things, and didn't understand that shepherdsbecome attached to their sheep. 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.' He continued to look at the beautiful sword for a bit longer, untilhe summoned the courage to turn around.All around him was the market, with people coming and going, shouting andbuying, and the aroma of strange foods but nowhere could he find hisnew companion. They called that discoverythe Master Workit was part liquid and part solid.\"Can't you just observe men and omens in order to understand thelanguage?\" the boy asked.\"You have a mania for simplifying everything,\" answered the Englishman,irritated. 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. As he was leaving, he saw, in the corner of the room, his oldshepherd's pouch. He was tense and upset, because he knew that the old manwas right. But thistime I'll be smarter, the boy thought, removing them from the pouch so hecould put them in his pocket. 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. The boy swore to Jesus Christ. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 23 / 94trying to tell him not to trust that man. The boy approached awoman who had come to the well to fill a goatskin with water.\"Good afternoon, ma'am. 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. \"What kind of Arab are you?\"\"That's a good luck omen,\" the Englishman said, after the fat Arab had goneout. 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. That waswhat made traveling appeal to himhe always made new friends, and hedidn't need to spend all of his time with them. That's why I'm here. He hoped that it would besomeone as capable as his previous apprentice.I don't know why these things have to be transmitted by word of mouth, hethought. Each was swearing quietly to his orher own God. He had fallen asleep in themiddle of the marketplace, and life in the plaza was about to resume.Looking around, he sought his sheep, and then realized that he was in anew world. An illustration of two cells of a film strip. The treasure is at thePyramids; that you already knew. The silence was the worst aspect of the night, when the meregroan of a camelwhich before had been nothing but the groan of acamelnow frightened everyone, because it might signal a raid.The camel driver, though, seemed not to be very concerned with the threatof war.\"I'm alive,\" he said to the boy, as they ate a bunch of dates one night, withno fires and no moon. We areobliged, at least once in our lives, to visit the holy city of Mecca.\"Mecca is a lot farther away than the Pyramids. Two customers came in today while you were working,and that's a good omen.\"People talk a lot about omens, thought the shepherd. 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. Maybe that'swhy they always stay close to me.The only things that concerned the sheep were food and water. He held Urim and Thummim in his hand; becauseof those two stones, he was once again on the way to his treasure.\"I am always nearby, when someone wants to realize their destiny,\" the oldking had told him.What could it cost to go over to the supplier's warehouse and find out if thePyramids were really that far away? 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. About; . With a movement that was too quick for someone his age, the mancovered whatever it was with his cape. A special 25th anniversary edition of the extraordinary international bestseller, including a new Foreword by Paulo Coelho. Ashe did so, both of them pushed through a hole in the pouch and fell to theground. Bycoincidenceor maybe it was an omen, the boy thoughthe came to thebar he had entered on his first day there. All they think about is food and water.Maybe we're all that way, the boy mused. She hada vessel on her shoulder, and her head was covered by a veil, but her face. They came in silence and departed the sameway, dressed in black garments that showed only their eyes. Here I am, between my flock and mytreasure, the boy thought. But use them to buy your flock. Thatwind had brought the Moors, yes, but it had also brought the smell of thedesert and of veiled women. As long asthe boy knew how to find the best pastures in Andalusia, they would be hisfriends. If he sold just one of hissheep, he'd have enough to get to the other shore of the strait. Some men were smoking from a gigantic pipethat they passed from one to the other. 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. . 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. About; . But you know that I'm not going to go to Mecca. One year, when the crop wasthe best ever, we all went to Mecca, and I satisfied the only unmetobligation in my life. \"Imagine if everyone went around transforming leadinto gold. Theboy spoke very little with the Englishman, who spent most of his time withhis books.The boy observed in silence the progress of the animals and people acrossthe desert. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 36 / 94an alchemist. If he makes a buying mistake, it doesn't affect him much. He told himself that he would have to startreading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortablepillows.It was still dark when he awoke, and, looking up, he could see the starsthrough the half-destroyed roof. I just want to dream aboutMecca. His parents had wanted him to become apriest, and thereby a source of pride for a simple farm family. 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. As achild, the boy had always been frightened to death that he would becaptured by Gypsies, and this childhood fear returned when the old womantook his hands in hers.But she has the Sacred Heart of Jesus there, he thought, trying to reassurehimself. 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 All they ever do, really, islook for food and water. 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 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 better still to be alone with one's ISBN -7225-3293-8. But that's the way it is.\"The boy reminded the old man that he had said something about hiddentreasure. \"And todo that, you need money. Heknew it would require a lot of patience, but shepherds know all aboutpatience. All his life and all his studieswere aimed at finding the one true language of the universe. He had tried in vain to establish a relationship with 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. 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 Soul of the World is nourished bypeople's happiness. They might even havebecome friends, but the Englishman closed off the conversation.The boy closed his book. Yes, their days were all the same, with the seemingly endless hoursbetween sunrise and dusk; and they had never read a book in their younglives, and didn't understand when the boy told them about the sights of thecities. The boy wasstrong, and wanted to retaliate, but he was in a foreign country. 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. \"I have to go and gather my sheep andget going.\"\"Give me one-tenth of your sheep,\" said the old man, \"and I'll tell you howto find the hidden treasure.\"The boy remembered his dream, and suddenly everything was clear to him.The old woman hadn't charged him anything, but the old manmaybe hewas her husbandwas going to find a way to get much more money inexchange for information about something that didn't even exist. It was a pleasant changefrom talking to his sheep. 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 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. He knew how to shear them,and how to slaughter them. \"You have helped me.\" Theman continued to prepare his tea, saying nothing. Sometimes it's better to be withthe sheep, who don't say anything. Then she tookboth of his hands in hers, and began quietly to pray.It sounded like a Gypsy prayer. He knew nothing aboutthe customs of the strange land he was in.\"I'll just watch him,\" he said to himself. Theowner of the bar came over and looked, as well. He could see that the old man wanted to knowmore about his life.\"Well, then, we've got a problem. \"They're just a pile of stones. A lawyer. 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 had brought with it the sweat and the dreamsof men who had once left to search for the unknown, and for gold andadventureand for the Pyramids. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. 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. He could sell the stones and buy a return ticket. 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. I don't know how animals know the age of humanbeings.\"\"Tell me more about your dream,\" said the woman. What he needed to do wasreview all he had learned over the years, because the alchemist wouldcertainly put him to the test.The young Arab took out a book and began to read. The Englishman said nothing.And the murmur lasted longer than a simple vow would have. Theomens had told him so. There had been a time when many people knew ofhis shop: Arab merchants, French and English geologists, German soldierswho were always well-heeled. He thought about asking him togive it back, but decided that would be unfriendly. He no longer hadto seek out food and water for the sheep; he could go in search of histreasure, instead. The animals balked at such places, and the camel drivers wereforced to dismount and unburden their charges. Just handling them made himfeel better. It was also saidthat they had a pact with the devil, and that they kidnapped children and,taking them away to their mysterious camps, made them their slaves. 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. He had learned that there werecertain things one shouldn't ask about, so as not to flee from one's owndestiny. Now it was too late tochange anythingthe only thing he had ever learned to do was to buy andsell crystal glassware. He owned a jacket, a book thathe could trade for another, and a flock of sheep. No hope, no adventure, no oldkings or destinies, no treasure, and no Pyramids. 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. He believed in omens. The heat lasted until nightfall, and all that time he had to carryhis jacket. The old man knew how to read, and had alreadyread the book. He recognized that he was feeling something he had neverexperienced before: the desire to live in one place forever. \"They wanted me to be apriest, but I decided to become a shepherd.\"\"Much better,\" said the old man. 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. *Two more months passed, and the shelf brought many customers into thecrystal shop. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 13 / 94\"Well, he thought about that,\" the old man said. His purpose in life was totravel, and, after two years of walking the Andalusian terrain, he knew all thecities of the region. He was sure the girl would never understand. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 32 / 94begin to sell tea in the crystal glasses. As theysat around the fire, the camel drivers exchanged information about 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. He had assumed he would soon return to hissheep.\"Why did you want to get to the Pyramids?\" he asked, to get away from thebusiness of the display.\"Because I've always heard about them,\" the boy answered, saying nothingabout his dream. And theodor of the animals became a bit more tolerable.A young Arab, also loaded down with baggage, entered, and greeted theEnglishman.\"Where are you bound?\" asked the young Arab.\"I'm going into the desert,\" the man answered, turning back to his reading.He didn't want any conversation at this point. 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. He had helped him out in a dangeroussituation. Some of them were richpilgrims, traveling in caravans with servants and camels, but most of thepeople making the pilgrimage were poorer than I.\"All who went there were happy at having done so. He got up to pay the bill, but the owner grabbed himand began to speak to him in an angry stream of words. There was a small building there, with awindow at which people bought tickets to Africa. 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. He got up, adjusted his clothing, and picked up hispouch.\"I'll work for you,\" he said.And after another long silence, he added, \"I need money to buy somesheep.\"PART TWOThe boy had been working for the crystal merchant for almost a month, andhe could see that it wasn't exactly the kind of job that would make himhappy. 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? I can pay you to serve as myguide.\"\"Do you have any idea how to get there?\" the newcomer asked.The boy noticed that the owner of the bar stood nearby, listening attentivelyto their conversation. There had been a time when he thought that his sheep couldteach him everything he needed to know about the world. \"That first day, everyone slept from exhaustion, including the Englishman.The boy was assigned a place far from his friend, in a tent with five otheryoung men of about his age. Struggling with distance learning? Theboy knew, and was now working toward it. 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. 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. Published 1992. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 27 / 94asleep. Good afternoon.\"And he vanished around the corner of the plaza. \"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. Read key facts, the plot summary, and important quotes . 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) But when he thought to complain about the burden of its weight,he remembered that, because he had the jacket, he had withstood the coldof the dawn.We have to be prepared for change, he thought, and he was grateful for thejacket's weight and warmth.The jacket had a purpose, and so did the boy. Theywent in to drink the tea, which was served in beautiful crystal glasses.\"My wife never thought of this,\" said one, and he bought some crystalhewas entertaining guests that night, and the guests would be impressed bythe beauty of the glassware. 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. That's the world'sgreatest lie.\"\"That's never happened to me,\" the boy said. 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. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 44 / 94The book that most interested the boy told the stories of the famousalchemists. Now, I can see that it hasn't been too bad. 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