Youth: And Two Other StoriesGrosset & Dunlap, 1903 - 381 pàgines |
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... mulatto who an- swered to the name of Abraham . Mrs. Beard was an old woman , with a face all wrinkled and ruddy like a winter apple , and the figure of a young girl . She caught sight of me once , sewing on a button , and [ 7 ] YOUTH.
... mulatto who an- swered to the name of Abraham . Mrs. Beard was an old woman , with a face all wrinkled and ruddy like a winter apple , and the figure of a young girl . She caught sight of me once , sewing on a button , and [ 7 ] YOUTH.
Pàgina 8
And Two Other Stories Joseph Conrad. of me once , sewing on a button , and insisted on having my shirts to repair . This was something different from the captains ' wives I had known on board crack clippers . When I brought her the ...
And Two Other Stories Joseph Conrad. of me once , sewing on a button , and insisted on having my shirts to repair . This was something different from the captains ' wives I had known on board crack clippers . When I brought her the ...
Pàgina 10
... once what was the matter , caught up his wife , ran on deck , and across , and down into our boat , which was fast to the ladder . Not bad for a sixty - year- old . Just imagine that old fellow saving heroically in his arms that old ...
... once what was the matter , caught up his wife , ran on deck , and across , and down into our boat , which was fast to the ladder . Not bad for a sixty - year- old . Just imagine that old fellow saving heroically in his arms that old ...
Pàgina 12
... once , but enough to kill us with the work at the pumps . And while we pumped the ship was going from us piecemeal : the bulwarks went , the stanchions were torn out , the ventilators smashed , the cabin - door burst in . There was not ...
... once , but enough to kill us with the work at the pumps . And while we pumped the ship was going from us piecemeal : the bulwarks went , the stanchions were torn out , the ventilators smashed , the cabin - door burst in . There was not ...
Pàgina 15
... once out of our lashings we were as exposed as if on a raft . But we went . The house was shattered as if a shell had exploded inside . Most of it had gone overboard - stove , men's quarters , and their property , all was gone ; but two ...
... once out of our lashings we were as exposed as if on a raft . But we went . The house was shattered as if a shell had exploded inside . Most of it had gone overboard - stove , men's quarters , and their property , all was gone ; but two ...
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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 steamboat steamer Sterne stood straight stream suddenly talk tell thing thought tion took trees Tuan turned unsound method Van Wyk voice waiting walked watch Whal Whalley's whisper word
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.