The Lost World: Englisch Lektüre A2 - B2 E-Book

Arthur Conan Doyle

• Herausgeber: adlima GmbH
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Englisch Lernen mit klassischen Werken. Die Bücher dieser Reihe eignen sich für Jugendliche und Erwachsene, die mit klassischen Werken ihre Lesefähigkeit verbessern wollen. Englisch Niveaus A2 bis B2. Durchgehend in englischer Sprache. "Die verlorene Welt" ist ein Abenteuerroman, veröffentlicht im Jahr 1912. Die Geschichte folgt dem charismatischen Professor Challenger. Er führt eine Expedition in den Amazonas-Regenwald an. Dort will er seine Theorie zu beweisen, dass in einem abgelegenen Plateau noch prähistorische Tiere existieren. Begleitet wird Challenger von Edward Malone, der auf der Suche nach einem Abenteuer ist, dem abenteuerlustigen Lord John Roxton und dem pedantischen Professor Summerlee. Gemeinsam stellen sie sich den Gefahren des Dschungels und erreichen schließlich das Plateau, wo sie tatsächlich auf Dinosaurier und andere prähistorische Kreaturen treffen. "Die verlorene Welt" ist eine Mischung aus wissenschaftlicher Neugier und Abenteuerlust. Doyle schafft eine faszinierende und spannende Erzählung, die die Leser in eine Zeit zurückversetzt, in der die Welt noch unerforschte Geheimnisse geborgen hat.

Leseprobe

Arthur Conan Doyle

The Lost World: Englisch Lektüre A2 - B2

Englisch Lernen mit klassischen Werken. Die Bücher dieser Reihe eignen sich für Jugendliche und Erwachsene, die mit klassischen Werken ihre Lesefähigkeit verbessern wollen. Englisch Niveaus A2 bis B2. Durchgehend in englischer Sprache.

Inhaltsverzeichnis

Chapter 1 – Heroic deeds

Chapter 2 – Professor Challenger

Chapter 3 – An impossible man

Chapter 4 – An amazing thing

Chapter 5 – That's the question!

Chapter 6 – The Scourge of God

Chapter 7 – Journey to the unknown land

Chapter 8 – Outpost of the new world

Chapter 9 – Who could have foreseen this?

Chapter 10 – Strange things

Chapter 11 – This time I'm the hero

Chapter 12 – It's terrible in the forest

Chapter 13 – A sight I will never forget

Chapter 14 – The real conquest

Chapter 15 – Great wonders

Chapter 16 – A move! A move!

Impressum

Chapter 1 – Heroic deeds

Mr. Hungerton is very peculiar. He talks a lot about money and how it is becoming less valuable. He thinks I only come here because of him and his ideas. One evening he talks a lot about money. He asks what would happen if I had to pay his debts immediately. I say I would have a big problem then. He gets angry at that.

He says I don't take anything seriously. He walks away angrily.

I am finally alone with Gladys. This moment decides my fate.

She sits in front of me. She is beautiful but seems unattainable. We are good friends, but I cannot deepen our relationship beyond a certain point. It's as if there is an invisible wall between us.

Gladys is really special. Some people think she's cool, but that is not true. Her skin is lightly tanned, and she has black hair and big, soft eyes. Tonight, I have to make things clear.

I am about to break the silence when she looks at me. She says she doesn't want me to propose. She thinks it is better if everything stays as it is.

“How do you know I want to propose?” I ask, surprised.

Gladys replies that women can always sense when someone is interested. She thinks our friendship is great.

She thinks it is nice to talk so openly.

I reply that I can also talk openly with others, even with the station manager. Gladys is not satisfied. She wants more. She says that I have ruined everything.

I defend myself, saying it is love. I ask why she cannot love me.

Gladys looks at me thoughtfully and says it is not my looks; it's deeper than that.

“My character?” I ask.

She nods. “I love someone else,” she confesses.

I jump up, but she reassures me. She says it is not a special someone. It's an ideal.

“Tell me about him. What does he look like?” I ask.

“He might look like you,” she says.

I am delighted and ask what this ideal man does. I offer to change. I would try anything.

Gladys says her ideal man doesn't talk so much, is bold and takes action. He has to be fearless and experience great things. She loves the fame that such men have. She mentions famous people like Richard Burton and Lady Stanley.

“I can't be like Burton or Stanley,” I say. “I've never had the chance.”

Gladys says that heroes are needed everywhere. A true hero makes his own luck and doesn't wait. She dreams of a man who does great things. She wants to be envied because of her brave husband.

“I would have done it for you,” I say.

But Gladys thinks I should do it for my own sake, not just to please her.

“I dream of marrying a famous man,” she confesses.

“Why not?” I exclaim. “Your strength can inspire me. Give me a chance and I will take it.” “And if I make it...?”

Her hand stops me. “Not now. You should be at work by now. We will talk about it again when you've made your way.”

So I run through the fog, full of determination. I want to find a deed that will make me worthy of her. In the end, you might think this first chapter has nothing to do with my story. But without this chapter, this story would not exist. Because only those who believe that great deeds are possible everywhere can accomplish them.

Chapter 2 – Professor Challenger

I really like McArdle, the old, grumpy publishing director with the red face. He seems to like me, too. When I enter his office, he gives me a friendly nod.

“You do your job well,” he says with his Scottish accent.

I thank him and tell him I have a request.

His face shows surprise. He avoids looking directly at me.

“What do you want, Mr. Malone?” asks McArdle.

“I want a special assignment for the paper, something with adventure and danger. I will do my best.” “What are you thinking of?” asks McArdle.

“I am looking for a challenge that's difficult,” I reply.

“So you want to risk your life?” says McArdle.

“I want to put my life to good use,” I explain.

“Malone, that sounds noble,” McArdle says. “But such adventures have become rare. We give such assignments to experienced people. There aren't many undiscovered places left. But how do you feel about exposing an impostor?”

“I am willing to try anything,” I say.

McArdle thinks. “I am curious to see if you can get close to him.”

“Thank you, Mr. McArdle,” I reply.

“Why don't you try Professor Challenger,” McArdle suggests.

“Challenger, the zoologist? The one who injured a reporter?” I ask.

“That's the one. You're looking for adventure,” says McArdle.

“I am in, as long as it's professional,” I reply.

“He is not always violent. I think that's something for you,” McArdle says. “Some info on Professor Challenger,” McArdle says, handing me a paper. “Born in 1863, he has won many prizes and is a member of many scientific societies. He writes articles, likes hiking and mountaineering. He lives in Kensington. That's all for today.”

“Why should I visit this Challenger?” I ask McArdle. He explains: “Challenger has been to South America and came back last year. He doesn't talk about exactly where he has been. He has shown a few photos, but they are believed to be fake. He's very secretive and gets angry when you question him. Maybe he's discovered something big, or maybe he's just lying. See what you can find out.”

I stand outside by the Savage Club, looking over the bridge and thinking. Fresh air helps me think more clearly. Then an idea comes to me. I don't think I can meet Challenger just like that. But maybe I can reach him through his passion for science.

I go to the club. It is after 11 o'clock, and it's pretty crowded. I see a long, thin man sitting by the fireplace.

That's Tarp Henry from “Nature.” He's exactly who I need right now. I sit down with him and start talking. I ask Tarp Henry what he knows about Professor Challenger. “Challenger?” he says, not looking happy. “He's told strange stories from South America, but many people don't believe him.” An interview with Reuter has gone wrong. Challenger has retracted his claims.

I speak to a bacteriologist. He knows Challenger mainly through scientific discussions. Challenger is described as full of energy but also quarrelsome and strange. He has many interests. The bacteriologist offers to look for information in his archive.

Soon I am sitting there with a file folder, looking at an article about a heated debate. Although I am not that well versed in science, I realize that the professor has been very direct. I barely understand all the technical terms. I wish someone could explain it to me.

I write a letter to the professor.

Dear Professor,

As someone who is interested in the natural sciences, I have always been impressed by your theories. I read your work again, and one passage in particular made me think. You say that every being evolves slowly over generations. I wonder if you would like to change your mind about this. I would like to talk to you about this in person and have some ideas that I can only explain directly. May I visit you this Friday at 11 a.m.?

With great respect,

Eduard M. Malone

Chapter 3 – An impossible man

The professor replies to my letter. He is willing to meet me, even though he doesn't normally like visitors. He tells me to show the envelope from my letter to get in.

I drive quickly to Challenger's house. An older man in unusual clothes opens the door. He is actually the chauffeur, but he also does the valet's job. He checks me over carefully.

“Expecting you?” he asks.

“I have an appointment,” I reply.

“Then show me the letter,” he says.

I show him the envelope.

“Okay,” he says.

A small, lively woman with dark eyes stops me as I enter the vestibule. She leads me into the dining room and asks if I have met her husband yet.

“No, this is the first time,” I reply.

She warns me about him. She says that he is very difficult and can be violent. She asks me to leave the room if he becomes aggressive. She doesn't want there to be a public scandal.

I promise.

The servant leads me through a corridor. He knocks on the door. A deep voice answers. I step inside.

He is sitting behind a large table full of books, maps and drawings. As I come in, he turns and looks at me. He looks impressive. His face is red, his beard black and curly. His hair is combed straight forward. His eyes are blue grey, very clear and decisive. He has broad shoulders and a large chest. He also has two huge hands full of black hair.

“Well?” he asks, looking straight at me. “What's up?”

“You kindly allowed me to meet you,” I say cautiously.

“Ah, you're the one who doesn't understand my English? You agree with my views, if I understand correctly?”

“Exactly, Professor, exactly!” I emphasize strongly.

“Great! That strengthens my position, doesn't it?”

He says, “We should cut this meeting short. It is certainly not pleasant for you and very annoying for me. You wanted to say something about my writing.”

I try to talk to the professor. It is difficult. He looks at me very sternly. “Please start,” he says loudly. “I am still learning,” I say and smile. “I think you may be too hard on Weismann. Hasn't recent evidence shown that he might be right?”

“What evidence?” he asks calmly.

“Well, many people think that Weismann's ideas make sense,” I say.

He leans forward seriously and begins to enumerate. “You know the skull index stays the same,” he says.

“Yes,” I reply.

“And that germplasm and the egg from virgin generation are different?”

“Of course,” I say, proud of myself. “But what does that show?” “I wonder, too,” I say.

“Would you like to know the answer?” he asks gently.

“Yes, please.”

“It shows,” he suddenly shouts angrily, “that you are the biggest fraud in London, a journalist without knowledge or respect.” He jumps up angrily. “It is all nonsense,” he shouts, leaning forward, resting his hands on the table and pushing his face forward. “That was all scientific nonsense I told you! You journalists think you have the power, don't you? But I know you. You are worms. I will show you where your place is. It seems you have lost.”

“Look, sir,” I say as I walk back to the door and open it. “You can insult me all you want. But there is a limit. There will be no fisticuffs.”

He threatens to throw me out. I face him, angry but determined. I don't want to be intimidated. He takes a step towards me. I warn him not to touch me.

He attacks me and we tumble out of the door together. We fall down the stairs. Outside on the street, we both land on the ground. He gets up quickly, ready to keep fighting. He asks if I have had enough. I answer angrily.

A policeman stops our fight and scolds me. He asks me what's going on. I say the man attacked me.

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