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Day after day and night after night there was nothing round the ship but the howl
of the wind, the tumult of the sea, the noise of water pouring over her deck. There
was no rest for her and no rest for us. She tossed, she pitched, she stood on her ...
Day after day and night after night there was nothing round the ship but the howl
of the wind, the tumult of the sea, the noise of water pouring over her deck. There
was no rest for her and no rest for us. She tossed, she pitched, she stood on her ...
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The long-boat changed, as i by magic, into matchwood where she stood in her
gripe I had lashed her myself, and was rather proud of m handiwork, which had
withstood so long the malice c the sea. And we pumped. And there was no break
i ...
The long-boat changed, as i by magic, into matchwood where she stood in her
gripe I had lashed her myself, and was rather proud of m handiwork, which had
withstood so long the malice c the sea. And we pumped. And there was no break
i ...
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When it came to bending a fresh set of sails the crew demanded to put back —
and really there was nothing else to do. Boats gone, decks swept clean, cabin
gutted, men without a stitch but what they stood in, stores spoiled, ship strained.
When it came to bending a fresh set of sails the crew demanded to put back —
and really there was nothing else to do. Boats gone, decks swept clean, cabin
gutted, men without a stitch but what they stood in, stores spoiled, ship strained.
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The carpenter's bench stood abaft the mainmast: I leaned against it sucking at my
pipe, and the carpenter, a young chap, came to talk to me. He remarked, ' I think
we have done very well, haven't we? ' and then I perceived with annoyance the ...
The carpenter's bench stood abaft the mainmast: I leaned against it sucking at my
pipe, and the carpenter, a young chap, came to talk to me. He remarked, ' I think
we have done very well, haven't we? ' and then I perceived with annoyance the ...
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The masts stood, but we did not know how much they might be charred down
below. It was nearly calm, but a long swell ran from the west and made her roll.
They might go at any moment. We looked at them with apprehension. One could
not ...
The masts stood, but we did not know how much they might be charred down
below. It was nearly calm, but a long swell ran from the west and made her roll.
They might go at any moment. We looked at them with apprehension. One could
not ...
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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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