Youth: And Two Other StoriesMcClure, Phillips & Company, 1903 - 381 էջ |
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... trees in a wood after a hurricane ; an immense curtain of soiled rags waved gently before me - it was the mainsail blown to strips . I thought , The masts will be toppling over directly ; and to get out of the way bolted on all - fours ...
... trees in a wood after a hurricane ; an immense curtain of soiled rags waved gently before me - it was the mainsail blown to strips . I thought , The masts will be toppling over directly ; and to get out of the way bolted on all - fours ...
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... trees above a matted undergrowth . The interstices of that mass of wreckage were full of something whitish , sluggish , stirring of something that was like a greasy fog . The smoke of the invisible fire was coming up again , was ...
... trees above a matted undergrowth . The interstices of that mass of wreckage were full of something whitish , sluggish , stirring of something that was like a greasy fog . The smoke of the invisible fire was coming up again , was ...
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... trees made a shady spot , where dark things seemed to stir feebly . I blinked , the path was steep . 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 ...
... trees made a shady spot , where dark things seemed to stir feebly . I blinked , the path was steep . 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 ...
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... trees I had seen . " I avoided a vast artificial hole somebody had been digging on the slope , the purpose of which I found it impossible to divine . It wasn't a quarry or a sandpit , anyhow . It was just a hole . It might have been con ...
... trees I had seen . " I avoided a vast artificial hole somebody had been digging on the slope , the purpose of which I found it impossible to divine . It wasn't a quarry or a sandpit , anyhow . It was just a hole . It might have been con ...
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... trees . My purpose was to stroll into the shade for a moment ; but no sooner within than it seemed to me I had stepped into a gloomy circle of some Inferno . The rapids were near , and an uninterrupted , uniform , headlong , rushing ...
... trees . My purpose was to stroll into the shade for a moment ; but no sooner within than it seemed to me I had stepped into a gloomy circle of some Inferno . The rapids were near , and an uninterrupted , uniform , headlong , rushing ...
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Էջ 172 - True, he had made that last stride, he had stepped over the edge, while I had been permitted to draw back my hesitating foot. And perhaps in this is the whole difference; perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible.
Էջ 46 - And then I saw the men of the East — they were looking at me. The whole length of the jetty was full of people. I saw brown, bronze, yellow faces, the black eyes, the glitter, the colour of an Eastern crowd. And all these beings stared without a murmur, without a sigh, without a movement.
Էջ 171 - Droll thing life is — that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself — that comes too late — a crop of unextinguishable regrets.
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 109 - Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you— you so remote from the night of first ages— could comprehend.
Էջ 41 - I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more— the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort— to death...
Էջ 154 - She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.
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 120 - No fear can stand up to hunger, no patience can wear it out, disgust simply does not exist where hunger is; and as to superstition, beliefs, and what you may call principles, they are less than chaff in a breeze.
Էջ 105 - Kurtz's station. -"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.