Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page, 1903 - 381 pàgines |
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... stand for a symbol of existence . You fight , work , sweat , nearly kill yourself , sometimes do kill yourself , trying to accomplish some- thing and you can't . Not from any fault of yours . You simply can do nothing , neither great ...
... stand for a symbol of existence . You fight , work , sweat , nearly kill yourself , sometimes do kill yourself , trying to accomplish some- thing and you can't . Not from any fault of yours . You simply can do nothing , neither great ...
Pàgina 26
... standing straight on end round his head like a silver halo . He was just about to go down when the sight of the main - deck stirring , heaving up , and changing into splinters before his eyes , petrified him on the top step . I stared ...
... standing straight on end round his head like a silver halo . He was just about to go down when the sight of the main - deck stirring , heaving up , and changing into splinters before his eyes , petrified him on the top step . I stared ...
Pàgina 30
... standing up and holding to our main - chains with the boat - hook did not deign to lift his head for a glance . I thought people who had been blown up deserved more attention . “ A little man , dry like a chip and agile like a monkey ...
... standing up and holding to our main - chains with the boat - hook did not deign to lift his head for a glance . I thought people who had been blown up deserved more attention . “ A little man , dry like a chip and agile like a monkey ...
Pàgina 33
... stand by any longer , ' shouted the other . ' Mails - you know . ' 66 6 Ay ! ay ! We are all right . ' " Very well ! I'll report you in Singapore . Good - by ! ' • " He waved his hand . Our men dropped their bundles quietly . The ...
... stand by any longer , ' shouted the other . ' Mails - you know . ' 66 6 Ay ! ay ! We are all right . ' " Very well ! I'll report you in Singapore . Good - by ! ' • " He waved his hand . Our men dropped their bundles quietly . The ...
Pàgina 36
... boats jumped , tugged at the painters , ran at each other play- fully , knocked their sides together , or , do what we would , swung in a bunch against the ship's side . I couldn't e I ? d 1 e 1 e stand it [ 36 ] YOUTH.
... boats jumped , tugged at the painters , ran at each other play- fully , knocked their sides together , or , do what we would , swung in a bunch against the ship's side . I couldn't e I ? d 1 e 1 e stand it [ 36 ] YOUTH.
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Youth, and Two Other Stories: By Joseph Conrad ..., Volum 26 Joseph Conrad Visualització completa - 1903 |
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asked bank Bankok Batu Beru beard began berth binnacle boats bridge cabin Captain Whalley chap cheroot coast course cried dark dead deck devil earth engineer eyes face feeling feet fellow fool glance gone hand head heard heart HEART OF DARKNESS ivory Judea keep knew Kurtz lascar leaning light live looked Mahon Malay Martini-Henry Massy Massy's mate murmured never niggers night once Pangu patent slip pilgrims port prau remember Ringdove river round sampan seemed Serang shadow ship shore side sight silence skipper smoke Sofala somber sort soul sound stared station steamboat steamer Sterne stood straight stream suddenly talk tell thing thought tion took trees Tuan turned uncon Van Wyk voice waiting walked watch Whal Whalley's whisper word
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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.