Youth: And Two Other StoriesGrosset & Dunlap, 1903 - 381 pàgines |
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Pàgina 7
... Bank . There was nothing for it but go below with shovels and try to right her , and there we were in that vast hold , gloomy like a cavern , the tallow dips stuck and flickering on the beams , the gale howling above , the ship tossing ...
... Bank . There was nothing for it but go below with shovels and try to right her , and there we were in that vast hold , gloomy like a cavern , the tallow dips stuck and flickering on the beams , the gale howling above , the ship tossing ...
Pàgina 53
... banks , spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth . We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever , but in the august light of ...
... banks , spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth . We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever , but in the august light of ...
Pàgina 71
... banks were rotting into mud , whose waters , thickened into slime , invaded the contorted man- groves , that seemed to writhe at us in the extremity of an impotent despair . Nowhere did we stop long enough to get a particularized ...
... banks were rotting into mud , whose waters , thickened into slime , invaded the contorted man- groves , that seemed to writhe at us in the extremity of an impotent despair . Nowhere did we stop long enough to get a particularized ...
Pàgina 83
... bank . I asked myself what I was to do there , now my boat was lost . As a matter of fact , I had plenty to do in fishing my command out of the river . I had to set about it the very next day . That , and the repairs when I brought the ...
... bank . I asked myself what I was to do there , now my boat was lost . As a matter of fact , I had plenty to do in fishing my command out of the river . I had to set about it the very next day . That , and the repairs when I brought the ...
Pàgina 96
... bank and roam- ing at night over the station grounds . The pilgrims used to turn out in a body and empty every rifle they could lay hands on at him . Some even had sat up o ' nights for him . All this energy was wasted , though . That ...
... bank and roam- ing at night over the station grounds . The pilgrims used to turn out in a body and empty every rifle they could lay hands on at him . Some even had sat up o ' nights for him . All this energy was wasted , though . That ...
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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 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.
Pàgina 161 - I did not betray Mr. Kurtz— it was ordered I should never betray him— it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. I was anxious to deal with this shadow by myself alone— and to this day I don't know why I was so jealous of sharing with any one the peculiar blackness of that experience.
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 58 - It was the farthest point of navigation and the culminating point of my experience. It seemed somehow to throw a kind of light on everything about me — and into my thoughts. It was sombre enough, too — and pitiful — not extraordinary in any way — not very clear either. No, not very clear. And yet it seemed to throw a kind of light.
Pàgina 56 - ... to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read.
Pàgina 76 - I began to distinguish the gleam of the eyes under the trees. Then, glancing down, I saw a face near my hand. The black bones reclined at full length with one shoulder against the tree, and slowly the eyelids rose and the sunken eyes looked up at me, enormous and vacant, a kind of blind, white flicker in the depths of the orbs, which died out slowly.
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 149 - They only showed that Mr. Kurtz lacked restraint in the gratification of his various lusts, that there was something wanting in him — some small matter which, when. [ 148 ] the pressing need arose, could not be found under his magnificent eloquence.
Pàgina 94 - Of course in this you fellows see more than I could then. You see me, whom you know. . . ." 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...
Pàgina 105 - Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings.