Youth: And Two Other StoriesGrosset & Dunlap, 1903 - 381 էջ |
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... Land's End to the Forelands , and we could get no crew on the south coast . They sent us one all complete from Liverpool , and we left once more - for Bankok . " We had fair breezes , smooth water right into the tropics , and the old ...
... Land's End to the Forelands , and we could get no crew on the south coast . They sent us one all complete from Liverpool , and we left once more - for Bankok . " We had fair breezes , smooth water right into the tropics , and the old ...
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... land of palms , and spices , and yellow sands , and of brown nations ruled by kings more cruel than Nero the Roman and more splendid than Solomon the Jew . The old bark lumbered on , heavy with her age and the burden of her cargo ...
... land of palms , and spices , and yellow sands , and of brown nations ruled by kings more cruel than Nero the Roman and more splendid than Solomon the Jew . The old bark lumbered on , heavy with her age and the burden of her cargo ...
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... land at last , Java Head being about 190 miles off , and nearly due ent north . 6 to " Next day it was my watch on deck from eight to twelve . At breakfast the captain observed , ' It's wonder- ful how that smell hangs about the cabin ...
... land at last , Java Head being about 190 miles off , and nearly due ent north . 6 to " Next day it was my watch on deck from eight to twelve . At breakfast the captain observed , ' It's wonder- ful how that smell hangs about the cabin ...
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... land by myself . I would beat the other boats . Youth ! All youth ! The silly , charming , beautiful youth . " But we did not make a start at once . We must see the last of the ship . And so the boats drifted about that night , heaving ...
... land by myself . I would beat the other boats . Youth ! All youth ! The silly , charming , beautiful youth . " But we did not make a start at once . We must see the last of the ship . And so the boats drifted about that night , heaving ...
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... land , and the night is soft and warm . We drag at the oars with aching arms , and suddenly a puff of wind , a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange odors of blossoms , of aromatic wood , comes out of the still night - the first ...
... land , and the night is soft and warm . We drag at the oars with aching arms , and suddenly a puff of wind , a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange odors of blossoms , of aromatic wood , comes out of the still night - the first ...
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Youth, and Two Other Stories: By Joseph Conrad ..., Հատոր 26 Joseph Conrad Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1903 |
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Էջ 97 - I don't like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don't like work - no man does - but I like what is in the work, - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
Էջ 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 — j and nothing happened.
Էջ 59 - Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there.
Էջ 105 - ... away — in another existence perhaps. There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 72 - A horn tooted to the right, and I saw the black people run. A heavy and dull detonation shook the ground, a puff of smoke came out of the cliff, and that was all. No change appeared on the face of the rock. They were building a railway. The cliff was not in the way or anything ; but this objectless blasting was all the work going on.
Էջ 41 - I remember the heat, the deluge of rain-squalls that kept us baling for dear life (but filled our water-cask), and I remember sixteen hours on end with a mouth dry as a cinder and a steering-oar over the stern to keep my first command head on to a breaking sea. I did not know how good a man I was till then.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 56 - Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him— all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.