Youth and Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page, 1924 - 339 páginas |
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... of con- science , to conceive the existence of Captain Whalley's personality and to relate the manner of his end . This statement acquires some force from the circumstance that the pages of that story - a fair half AUTHOR'S NOTE xi.
... of con- science , to conceive the existence of Captain Whalley's personality and to relate the manner of his end . This statement acquires some force from the circumstance that the pages of that story - a fair half AUTHOR'S NOTE xi.
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Joseph Conrad. that the pages of that story - a fair half of the book- are also the product of experience . That experience belongs ( like " Youth's " ) to the time before I ever thought of putting pen to paper . As to its " reality ...
Joseph Conrad. that the pages of that story - a fair half of the book- are also the product of experience . That experience belongs ( like " Youth's " ) to the time before I ever thought of putting pen to paper . As to its " reality ...
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... half - a- crown to tow our skipper alongside ; but it was Mrs. Beard that came up the ladder first . They had been floating about the dock in that mizzly cold rain for nearly an hour . I was never so surprised in my life . " It appears ...
... half - a- crown to tow our skipper alongside ; but it was Mrs. Beard that came up the ladder first . They had been floating about the dock in that mizzly cold rain for nearly an hour . I was never so surprised in my life . " It appears ...
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... Half of a fife - rail had been shot through the foresail , and the sky made a patch of glorious blue in the ignobly soiled can- vas . A portion of several boards holding together had fallen across the rail , and one end protruded ...
... Half of a fife - rail had been shot through the foresail , and the sky made a patch of glorious blue in the ignobly soiled can- vas . A portion of several boards holding together had fallen across the rail , and one end protruded ...
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... half good enough . No ; it was something in them , something inborn and subtle and everlasting . I don't say positively that the crew of a French or Ger- man merchantman wouldn't have done it , but I doubt whether it would have been ...
... half good enough . No ; it was something in them , something inborn and subtle and everlasting . I don't say positively that the crew of a French or Ger- man merchantman wouldn't have done it , but I doubt whether it would have been ...
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asked bank Bankok barque Batu Beru beard began berth binnacle boats bridge cabin Captain Whalley chap cheroot coast course cried dark dead deck devil door earth engine-room 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 mangroves Martini-Henry Massy Massy's matter murmured mysterious never nigger night once Pangu patent slip pilgrims port prau remember Ringdove river round sampan seemed Serang shadow ship shore side sight silence skipper smoke Sofala sombre sort soul stared station steamboat steamer Sterne stood straight stream suddenly talk tell thing thought took trees Tuan turned Van Wyk verandah voice wait walked watch Whal Whalley's whisper word
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Página 37 - 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...
Página 150 - If such is the form of ultimate wisdom, then life is a greater riddle than some of us think it to be.
Página 41 - ... of an Eastern crowd. And all these beings stared without a murmur, without a sigh, without a movement. They stared down at the boats, at the sleeping men who at night had come to them from the sea. Nothing moved. The fronds of palms stood still against the sky. Not a branch stirred along the shore, and the brown roofs of hidden houses peeped through the green foliage, through the big leaves that hung shining and still like leaves forged of heavy metal. This was the East of the ancient navigators,...
Página 138 - I said with emphasis. He started, dropped on me a cold heavy glance, said very quietly, 'He WAS/ and turned his back on me. My hour of favor was over; I found myself lumped along with Kurtz as a partisan of methods for which the time was not ripe: I was unsound! Ah! but it was something to have at least a choice of nightmares.
Página 155 - I had a vision of him on the stretcher, opening his mouth voraciously, as if to devour all the earth with all its mankind.
Página 48 - Marlow was not typical (if his propensity to spin yarns be excepted), and to him the meaning of an episode was not inside like a kernel but outside, enveloping the tale which brought it out only as a glow brings out a haze...
Página 118 - He began with the argument that we whites, from the point of development we had arrived at, "must necessarily appear to them [savages] in the nature of supernatural beings - we approach them with the might as of a deity," and so on, and so on. "By the simple exercise of our will we can exert a power for good practically unbounded,
Página 93 - When you have to attend to things of that sort, to the mere incidents of the surface, the reality — the reality, I tell you — fades. The inner truth is hidden — luckily, luckily. But I felt it all the same ; I felt often its mysterious stillness watching me at my monkey tricks, just as it watches you fellows performing on your respective tight-ropes for — what is it ? half a crown a tumble " " Try to be civil, Marlow," growled a voice, and I knew there was at least one listener awake besides...
Página 152 - Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was offensive to me like the outrageous flauntings of folly in the face of a danger it is unable to comprehend.
Página 156 - 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.