Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page, 1903 - 381 pàgines |
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... thing and you can't . Not from any fault of yours . You simply can do nothing , neither great nor little― not a thing in the world - not even marry an old maid , or get a wretched 600 - ton cargo of coal to its port of desti- nation ...
... thing and you can't . Not from any fault of yours . You simply can do nothing , neither great nor little― not a thing in the world - not even marry an old maid , or get a wretched 600 - ton cargo of coal to its port of desti- nation ...
Pàgina 6
... thing - something that appealed to my youth ! " We left London in ballast - sand ballast — to load a cargo of coal in a northern port for Bankok . Bankok ! I thrilled . I had been six years at sea , but had only seen Melbourne and ...
... thing - something that appealed to my youth ! " We left London in ballast - sand ballast — to load a cargo of coal in a northern port for Bankok . Bankok ! I thrilled . I had been six years at sea , but had only seen Melbourne and ...
Pàgina 9
... thing was a heavy crash as the steamer struck a glancing blow with the bluff of her bow about our fore - rigging . There was a moment of confusion , yelling , and running about . Steam roared . Then somebody was heard saying , ' All ...
... thing was a heavy crash as the steamer struck a glancing blow with the bluff of her bow about our fore - rigging . There was a moment of confusion , yelling , and running about . Steam roared . Then somebody was heard saying , ' All ...
Pàgina 14
... thing , whatever it was , struck my leg again . This time I caught it - and it was a sauce - pan . At first , being stupid with fatigue and thinking of nothing but the pumps , I did not understand what I had in my hand . Suddenly it ...
... thing , whatever it was , struck my leg again . This time I caught it - and it was a sauce - pan . At first , being stupid with fatigue and thinking of nothing but the pumps , I did not understand what I had in my hand . Suddenly it ...
Pàgina 15
... thing . " One would think that the sole purpose of that fiend- ish gale had been to make a lunatic of that poor devil of a mulatto . It eased before morning , and next day the sky cleared , and as the sea went down the leak took up ...
... thing . " One would think that the sole purpose of that fiend- ish gale had been to make a lunatic of that poor devil of a mulatto . It eased before morning , and next day the sky cleared , and as the sea went down the leak took up ...
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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
Passatges populars
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.