Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page, 1903 - 381 pàgines |
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... bridge , cried , " Yes ! All right ! all right ! ' and he nodded his head , and smiled , and made soothing mo- tions with his hand as though at a lot of frightened chil- dren . One of the boats dropped in the water , and walked towards ...
... bridge , cried , " Yes ! All right ! all right ! ' and he nodded his head , and smiled , and made soothing mo- tions with his hand as though at a lot of frightened chil- dren . One of the boats dropped in the water , and walked towards ...
Pàgina 44
... bridge . He heard my oars . " And then , before I could open my lips , the East spoke to me , but it was in a Western voice . A torrent of words was poured into the enigmatical , the fateful silence ; outlandish , angry words , mixed ...
... bridge . He heard my oars . " And then , before I could open my lips , the East spoke to me , but it was in a Western voice . A torrent of words was poured into the enigmatical , the fateful silence ; outlandish , angry words , mixed ...
Pàgina 71
... bridge . He was a young man , lean , fair , and morose , with lanky hair and a shuffling gait . stereo ? 6 6 As we left the miserable little wharf , he tossed his head contemptuously at the shore . Been living there ? ' he asked . I ...
... bridge . He was a young man , lean , fair , and morose , with lanky hair and a shuffling gait . stereo ? 6 6 As we left the miserable little wharf , he tossed his head contemptuously at the shore . Been living there ? ' he asked . I ...
Pàgina 187
... bridge and fixed his eyes on the deck between his feet . He could not hope to see anything new upon this lane of the sea . He had been on these coasts for the last three years . From Low Cape to Malantan the distance was fifty miles ...
... bridge and fixed his eyes on the deck between his feet . He could not hope to see anything new upon this lane of the sea . He had been on these coasts for the last three years . From Low Cape to Malantan the distance was fifty miles ...
Pàgina 188
... bridge without looking up , or lay sleep- less in his bed , simply by reckoning the days and the hours he could tell where he was - the precise spot of the beat . He knew it well too , this monotonous [ 188 ] THE END OF THE TETHER.
... bridge without looking up , or lay sleep- less in his bed , simply by reckoning the days and the hours he could tell where he was - the precise spot of the beat . He knew it well too , this monotonous [ 188 ] THE END OF THE TETHER.
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Youth, and Two Other Stories: By Joseph Conrad ..., Volum 26 Joseph Conrad Visualització completa - 1903 |
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Pàgina 170 - Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision — he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath — " 'The horror ! The horror ! ' "I blew the candle out and left the cabin.
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 — and nothing happened. Nothing could happen. There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight; and it was not dissipated by somebody on board assuring me earnestly there was a camp of natives...
Pàgina 109 - It was unearthly, and the men were — No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it — this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity - like yours - the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar.
Pàgina 109 - The earth seemed unearthly. We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there - there you could look at a thing monstrous and free. It was unearthly, and the men were - No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it - this suspicion of their not being inhuman.
Pàgina 109 - And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything - because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future.
Pàgina 171 - Droll thing life is — that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself — that comes too late — a crop of unextinguishable regrets.
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. He was alone, and I before him did not know whether I stood on the ground or floated in the air.
Pàgina 183 - 'Forgive me. I — I — have mourned so long in silence — in silence. . . . You were with him — to the last? I think of his loneliness. Nobody near to understand him as I would have understood. Perhaps no one to hear. "'To the very end,
Pàgina 94 - It had become so pitch dark that we listeners could hardly see one another. For a long time already he, sitting apart, had been no more to us than a voice. There was not a word from anybody. The others might have been asleep, but I was awake. I listened, I listened on the watch for the sentence, for the word, that would give me the clew to the faint uneasiness inspired by this narrative that seemed to shape itself without human lips in the heavy nightair of the river. "... Yes — I let him run on,"...
Pàgina 4 - And he had blue eyes in that old face of his, which were amazingly like a boy's, with that candid expression some quite common men preserve to the end of their days by a rare internal gift of simplicity of heart and rectitude of soul.