Youth: And Two Other StoriesGrosset & Dunlap, 1903 - 381 pàgines |
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... round a mahogany table that reflected the bottle , the claret - glasses , and our faces as we leaned on our elbows . There was a director of companies , an accountant , a lawyer , Marlow , and myself . The direc tor had been a Conway ...
... round a mahogany table that reflected the bottle , the claret - glasses , and our faces as we leaned on our elbows . There was a director of companies , an accountant , a lawyer , Marlow , and myself . The direc tor had been a Conway ...
Pàgina 5
... round the Capes . He could just write a kind of sketchy hand , and didn't care for . writing at all . Both were thorough good seamen of course , and between those two old chaps I felt like a small boy between two grandfathers . " The ...
... round the Capes . He could just write a kind of sketchy hand , and didn't care for . writing at all . Both were thorough good seamen of course , and between those two old chaps I felt like a small boy between two grandfathers . " The ...
Pàgina 11
... round to the sou'west and began to pipe up . In two days it blew a gale . The Judea , hove to , wallowed on the Atlantic like an old candlebox . It blew day after day : it blew with spite , without interval , without mercy , without ...
... round to the sou'west and began to pipe up . In two days it blew a gale . The Judea , hove to , wallowed on the Atlantic like an old candlebox . It blew day after day : it blew with spite , without interval , without mercy , without ...
Pàgina 13
... round turn with a rope about the men , the pumps , and the mainmast , and we turned , we turned incessantly , with the water to our waists , to our necks , over our heads . It was all one . We had forgotten how it felt to be dry . " And ...
... round turn with a rope about the men , the pumps , and the mainmast , and we turned , we turned incessantly , with the water to our waists , to our necks , over our heads . It was all one . We had forgotten how it felt to be dry . " And ...
Pàgina 23
... round to the horizon - as if the whole terrestrial globe had been one jewel , one colossal sapphire , a single gem fashioned into a planet . And on the luster of the great calm waters the Judea glided imperceptibly , enveloped in ...
... round to the horizon - as if the whole terrestrial globe had been one jewel , one colossal sapphire , a single gem fashioned into a planet . And on the luster of the great calm waters the Judea glided imperceptibly , enveloped in ...
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Youth, and Two Other Stories: By Joseph Conrad ..., Volum 26 Joseph Conrad Visualització completa - 1903 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 97 - I don't like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don't like work - no man does - but I like what is in the work, - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
Pàgina 70 - In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech — j and nothing happened.
Pàgina 59 - Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there.
Pàgina 105 - ... away — in another existence perhaps. There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention.
Pàgina 132 - The wilderness had patted him on the head, and, behold, it was like a ball an ivory ball; it had caressed him, and - lo! - he had withered; it had taken him, loved him, embraced him, got into his veins, consumed his flesh, and sealed his soul to its own by the inconceivable ceremonies of some devilish initiation.
Pàgina 72 - A horn tooted to the right, and I saw the black people run. A heavy and dull detonation shook the ground, a puff of smoke came out of the cliff, and that was all. No change appeared on the face of the rock. They were building a railway. The cliff was not in the way or anything ; but this objectless blasting was all the work going on.
Pàgina 41 - I remember the heat, the deluge of rain-squalls that kept us baling for dear life (but filled our water-cask), and I remember sixteen hours on end with a mouth dry as a cinder and a steering-oar over the stern to keep my first command head on to a breaking sea. I did not know how good a man I was till then.
Pàgina 164 - There was nothing either above or below him, and I knew it. He had kicked himself loose of the earth. Confound the man! he had kicked the very earth to pieces.
Pàgina 133 - You can't understand. How could you? — with solid pavement under your feet, surrounded by kind neighbours ready to cheer you or to fall on you, stepping delicately between the butcher and the policeman, in the holy terror of scandal and gallows and lunatic asylums...
Pàgina 56 - Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him— all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.