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My name is Preston So (born February 6, 1992), and I'm a fourteen-year-old Web designer, composer, musician, and student living in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I've been a member of Wikisource since September 9, 2006. I'm currently a freshman at Air Academy High School (whose article I need to improve substantially!) and a violinist in the Colorado Springs Youth Symphony. My Web design experience has gone back to third grade (2001) and I operate a website called Seraphic Zephyr. I have accounts on Wiktionary and Wikipedia.
Contributions
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Rewritings and Significant Edits
- Poor Folk
- Split the entire book into dates; it's organized in letters of correspondence.
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Hunger (Norwegian: Sult) was first published in 1890. The novel has been hailed as the literary opening of the 20th century and an outstanding example of modern, psychology-driven literature. Hunger portrays the irrationality of the human mind in an intriguing and sometimes humorous manner over the course of four extended scenes. The protagonist, an unnamed vagrant with intellectual leanings, relates his experiences as he struggles to earn a living and wanders the streets of Norway's capital in pursuit of nourishment.
It was during the time I wandered about and starved in Christiania: Christiania, this singular city, from which no man departs without carrying away the traces of his sojourn there.
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I was lying awake in my attic and I heard a clock below strike six. It was already broad daylight, and people had begun to go up and down the stairs. By the door where the wall of the room was papered with old numbers of the Morgenbladet, I could distinguish clearly a notice from the Director of Lighthouses, and a little to the left of that an inflated advertisement of Fabian Olsens' new-baked bread.
The instant I opened my eyes I began, from sheer force of habit, to think if I had anything to rejoice over that day. I had been somewhat hard-up lately, and one after the other of my belongings had been taken to my "Uncle." I had grown nervous and irritable. A few times I had kept my bed for the day with vertigo. Now and then, when luck had favoured me, I had managed to get five shillings for a feuilleton from some newspaper or other.
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