Youth: And Two Other StoriesGrosset & Dunlap, 1903 - 381 էջ |
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... dead these twenty years or more , and his name don't matter . She had been laid up in Shadwell basin for ever so long . You can imagine her state . She was all rust , dust , grime - soot aloft , dirt on deck . To me it was like coming ...
... dead these twenty years or more , and his name don't matter . She had been laid up in Shadwell basin for ever so long . You can imagine her state . She was all rust , dust , grime - soot aloft , dirt on deck . To me it was like coming ...
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... dead , and Mrs. Beard is dead , and youth , strength , genius , thoughts , achievements simple hearts - all die , No matter . 66 · 1 · We shipped a crew . Eight They loaded us at last . able seamen and two boys . We hauled off one ...
... dead , and Mrs. Beard is dead , and youth , strength , genius , thoughts , achievements simple hearts - all die , No matter . 66 · 1 · We shipped a crew . Eight They loaded us at last . able seamen and two boys . We hauled off one ...
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... dead and gone to a hell for sailors . We forgot the day of the week , the name of the month , what year it was , and whether we had ever been ashore . The sails blew away , she lay broadside on under a weather - cloth , the ocean poured ...
... dead and gone to a hell for sailors . We forgot the day of the week , the name of the month , what year it was , and whether we had ever been ashore . The sails blew away , she lay broadside on under a weather - cloth , the ocean poured ...
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... dead you have loved . I shall never forget her . Pass the bottle . • · " One night when tied to the mast , as I explained , we were pumping on , deafened with the wind , and without spirit enough in us to wish ourselves dead , a heavy ...
... dead you have loved . I shall never forget her . Pass the bottle . • · " One night when tied to the mast , as I explained , we were pumping on , deafened with the wind , and without spirit enough in us to wish ourselves dead , a heavy ...
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... dead - I am falling into the after- hatch - I see fire in it . ' " The coal - dust suspended in the air of the hold had glowed dull - red at the moment of the explosion . In the twinkling of an eye , in an infinitesimal fraction of a ...
... dead - I am falling into the after- hatch - I see fire in it . ' " The coal - dust suspended in the air of the hold had glowed dull - red at the moment of the explosion . In the twinkling of an eye , in an infinitesimal fraction of a ...
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Youth, and Two Other Stories: By Joseph Conrad ..., Հատոր 26 Joseph Conrad Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1903 |
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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.
Էջ 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.
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 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 56 - ... to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read.
Էջ 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.
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 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.
Էջ 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...
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.