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while on deck and cling to our bunks when below, in i constant effort of body and
worry of mind. " One night Mahon spoke through the small window of my berth. It
opened right into my very bed, and was lying there sleepless, in my boots, ...
while on deck and cling to our bunks when below, in i constant effort of body and
worry of mind. " One night Mahon spoke through the small window of my berth. It
opened right into my very bed, and was lying there sleepless, in my boots, ...
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He was out of his mind ; completely and for ever mad, with this sudden shock
coming upon the fag-end of his endurance. We snatched him up, lugged him aft,
and pitched him head-first down the cabin companion. You understand there was
...
He was out of his mind ; completely and for ever mad, with this sudden shock
coming upon the fag-end of his endurance. We snatched him up, lugged him aft,
and pitched him head-first down the cabin companion. You understand there was
...
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... Well, I thought we would come down overboard, in a lump — sticks and all—
blame me if I didn't.' ' That's what I was thinking to myself,' would answer wearily
another battered and bandaged scarecrow. And, mind, these were men without r.
... Well, I thought we would come down overboard, in a lump — sticks and all—
blame me if I didn't.' ' That's what I was thinking to myself,' would answer wearily
another battered and bandaged scarecrow. And, mind, these were men without r.
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And, mind, these were men without the drilled-in habit of obedience. To an
onlooker, they would be a lot of profane scallywags without a redeeming point.
What made them do it — what made them obey me when I, thinking consciously
how ...
And, mind, these were men without the drilled-in habit of obedience. To an
onlooker, they would be a lot of profane scallywags without a redeeming point.
What made them do it — what made them obey me when I, thinking consciously
how ...
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You see I was afraid she might be homeward bound, and I had no mind to turn
back from the portals of the East. I was steering for Java — another blessed name
— like Bankok, you know. I steered many days. " I need not tell you what it is to ...
You see I was afraid she might be homeward bound, and I had no mind to turn
back from the portals of the East. I was steering for Java — another blessed name
— like Bankok, you know. I steered many days. " I need not tell you what it is to ...
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appeared asked bank began believe better boats body bridge called Captain Whalley clear close coast course dark dead deck don't door earth engineer eyes face feeling feet fellow felt fire give glance gone hand head hear heard heart heavy hold hundred idea keep kind knew Kurtz land leave light live looked lost manager Massy matter mean mind moved never night once passed perhaps remained remember rest river round seemed seen Serang ship shore side sight silence smoke Sofala sort sound stand station steamer stepped Sterne stood stopped straight stream suddenly talk tell thing thought took trees turned voice waiting walked watch whole
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Página 68 - 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.
Página 159 - 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.
Página 131 - 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...
Página 56 - 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.
Página 54 - ... to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read.
Página 74 - 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.
Página 130 - 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.
Página 147 - 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.
Página 92 - 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...
Página 103 - 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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Youth: And Two Other Stories |
| Autor | Joseph Conrad |
| Editor | Doubleday, Page, 1903 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 7 Feb. 2007 |
| Largo | 379 páginas |
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