Youth: And Two Other StoriesGrosset & Dunlap, 1903 - 381 páginas |
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... Sofala , judged too small and not quite modern enough for the sort of trade she was in , could be got for a moderate price from her owners , who had ordered a new steamer from Europe . He rushed in and bought her . This man had never ...
... Sofala , judged too small and not quite modern enough for the sort of trade she was in , could be got for a moderate price from her owners , who had ordered a new steamer from Europe . He rushed in and bought her . This man had never ...
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... Sofala took up pretty near all the lottery - money . He had left him- self no capital to work with . That did not ... Sofala had made no more , he judged , than a fair living . Captain Eliott looked upon it as his duty in every way to ...
... Sofala took up pretty near all the lottery - money . He had left him- self no capital to work with . That did not ... Sofala had made no more , he judged , than a fair living . Captain Eliott looked upon it as his duty in every way to ...
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... Sofala , " articulated Captain Whalley from above ; and the Chinaman , a new emigrant probably , stared upwards with a tense attention as if waiting to see the queer word fall visibly from the white man's lips . " Sofala , " Captain ...
... Sofala , " articulated Captain Whalley from above ; and the Chinaman , a new emigrant probably , stared upwards with a tense attention as if waiting to see the queer word fall visibly from the white man's lips . " Sofala , " Captain ...
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... Sofala Cap- tain Whalley shivered a little . When on his return he landed on the quay again Venus , like a choice jewel set low on the hem of the sky , cast a faint gold trail behind him upon the roadstead , as level as a floor made of ...
... Sofala Cap- tain Whalley shivered a little . When on his return he landed on the quay again Venus , like a choice jewel set low on the hem of the sky , cast a faint gold trail behind him upon the roadstead , as level as a floor made of ...
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... Sofala approaching the bar of Batu Beru . " No , Tuan . By - and - by see . " The old Malay , in a blue dungaree suit , planted on his bony dark feet under the bridge awning , put his hands behind his back and stared ahead out of the ...
... Sofala approaching the bar of Batu Beru . " No , Tuan . By - and - by see . " The old Malay , in a blue dungaree suit , planted on his bony dark feet under the bridge awning , put his hands behind his back and stared ahead out of the ...
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asked bank Bankok Batu Beru beard began berth binnacle boats bridge cabin Captain Whalley chap cheroot coast course cried dark dead deck devil earth 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 Martini-Henry Massy Massy's mate murmured never niggers night once Pangu patent slip pilgrims port prau remember Ringdove river round sampan seemed Serang shadow ship shore side sight silence skipper smoke Sofala somber sort soul sound stared steamboat steamer Sterne stood straight stream suddenly talk tell thing thought tion took trees Tuan turned unsound method Van Wyk voice waiting walked watch Whal Whalley's whisper word
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Página 70 - 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 161 - 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 133 - 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 58 - 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 56 - ... to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read.
Página 76 - 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 132 - 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 149 - 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 94 - 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 105 - 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.