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and then heard a startled voice saying afar in the dark, ' Stop her, sir.' A bell
jingled. Another voice cried warningly, ' We are going right into that bark, sir.' The
answer to this was a gruff ' All right,' and the next thing was a heavy crash as the ...
and then heard a startled voice saying afar in the dark, ' Stop her, sir.' A bell
jingled. Another voice cried warningly, ' We are going right into that bark, sir.' The
answer to this was a gruff ' All right,' and the next thing was a heavy crash as the ...
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There was a voice hailing the ship from somewhere — in the air, in the sky — I
couldn't tell. Presently I saw the captain — and he was mad. He asked me
eagerly, 'Where's the cabin-table? ' and to hear such a question was a frightful
shock.
There was a voice hailing the ship from somewhere — in the air, in the sky — I
couldn't tell. Presently I saw the captain — and he was mad. He asked me
eagerly, 'Where's the cabin-table? ' and to hear such a question was a frightful
shock.
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I had beaten the flagship by three hours, and I was glad to hear the old man's
voice again, tremulous and tired. 'Is it you, Marlow?' 'Mind the end of that jetty, sir,'
I cried. " He approached cautiously, and brought up with the deep-sea lead-line ...
I had beaten the flagship by three hours, and I was glad to hear the old man's
voice again, tremulous and tired. 'Is it you, Marlow?' 'Mind the end of that jetty, sir,'
I cried. " He approached cautiously, and brought up with the deep-sea lead-line ...
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There was a murmur of voices in her, metallic hollow clangs of the engine-room,
footsteps on the deck. Her ports shone, round ... And then, before I could open my
lips, the East spoke to me, but it was in a Western voice. A torrent of words was ...
There was a murmur of voices in her, metallic hollow clangs of the engine-room,
footsteps on the deck. Her ports shone, round ... And then, before I could open my
lips, the East spoke to me, but it was in a Western voice. A torrent of words was ...
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We looked on, waiting patiently — there was nothing else to do till the end of the
flood ; but it was only after a long silence, when he said, in a hesitating voice, " I
suppose you fellows remember I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit," that we
...
We looked on, waiting patiently — there was nothing else to do till the end of the
flood ; but it was only after a long silence, when he said, in a hesitating voice, " I
suppose you fellows remember I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit," that we
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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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