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The deck was a wilderness of smashed timber, lying crosswise like 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 ...
The deck was a wilderness of smashed timber, lying crosswise like 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 ...
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The masts rose from that chaos like big 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 ...
The masts rose from that chaos like big 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 ...
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To the left a clump of 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
...
To the left a clump of 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
...
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Finally I descended the hill, obliquely, towards the 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.
Finally I descended the hill, obliquely, towards the 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.
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At last I got under the 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, ...
At last I got under the 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, ...
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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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