Youth: And Two Other StoriesMcClure, Phillips & Company, 1903 - 381 էջ |
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... 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 Judea lumbered along in the sun- shine . When she went eight knots ...
... 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 Judea lumbered along in the sun- shine . When she went eight knots ...
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... coast of West Australia is near , but I mean to proceed to our destination . It is the hurricane month too ; but we will just keep her head for Bankok , and fight the fire . No more putting back anywhere , if we all get roasted . We ...
... coast of West Australia is near , but I mean to proceed to our destination . It is the hurricane month too ; but we will just keep her head for Bankok , and fight the fire . No more putting back anywhere , if we all get roasted . We ...
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... coast you would want a light too . I'll kick him from end to end of his miserable wharf . You'll see if I don't . I will- " So I may tell my captain you'll take us ? ' I broke in . " Yes , I'll take you . Good night , ' he said ...
... coast you would want a light too . I'll kick him from end to end of his miserable wharf . You'll see if I don't . I will- " So I may tell my captain you'll take us ? ' I broke in . " Yes , I'll take you . Good night , ' he said ...
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... Coast , a purple patch , to show where the jolly pioneers of progress drink the jolly lager - beer . How- ever , I wasn't going into any of these . I was going into the yellow . Dead in the center . And the river was there — fascinating ...
... Coast , a purple patch , to show where the jolly pioneers of progress drink the jolly lager - beer . How- ever , I wasn't going into any of these . I was going into the yellow . Dead in the center . And the river was there — fascinating ...
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... coast . Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma . There it is before you smiling , frowning , inviting , grand , mean , insipid , or savage , and always mute with an air of whispering , Come and find ...
... coast . Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma . There it is before you smiling , frowning , inviting , grand , mean , insipid , or savage , and always mute with an air of whispering , Come and find ...
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Youth, and Two Other Stories: By Joseph Conrad ..., Հատոր 26 Joseph Conrad Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 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 savage seemed Serang shadow ship shore side 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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Էջ 184 - We have lost the first of the ebb," said the Director, suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky — seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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,"...
Էջ 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.
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 — and nothing happened. Nothing could happen. There...
Էջ 178 - She came forward, all in black, with a pale head, floating towards me in the dusk. She was in mourning. It was more than a year since his death, more than a year since the news came; she seemed as though she would remember and mourn forever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured, 'I had heard you were coming.
Էջ 135 - This was the unbounded power of eloquence — of words — of burning noble words. There were no practical hints to interrupt the magic current of phrases, unless a kind of note at the foot of the last page, scrawled evidently much later, in an unsteady hand, may be regarded as the exposition of a method. It was very simple, and at the end of that moving appeal to every altruistic sentiment it blazed at you, luminous and terrifying, like a flash of lightning in a serene sky : 'Exterminate all the...
Էջ 70 - Her ensign dropped limp like a rag; the muzzles of the long eight-inch guns stuck out all over the low hull; the greasy, slimy swell swung her up lazily and let her down, swaying her thin masts. In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.
Էջ 183 - I felt like a chill grip on my chest. ' Don't,' I said, in a muffled voice. " ' 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,
Էջ 90 - It was evident he took me for a perfectly shameless prevaricator. At last he got angry, and, to conceal a movement of furious annoyance, he yawned. I rose. Then I noticed a small sketch in oils, on a panel, representing a woman, draped and blindfolded, carrying a lighted torch. The background was somber — almost black. The movement of the woman was stately, and the effect of the torch-light on the face was sinister.