Youth: And Two Other StoriesGrosset & Dunlap, 1903 - 381 páginas |
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Página 99
... called itself the Eldorado Ex- ploring Expedition , and I believe they were sworn to secrecy . Their talk , however , was the talk of sordid buccaneers : it was reckless without hardihood , greedy without audacity , and cruel without ...
... called itself the Eldorado Ex- ploring Expedition , and I believe they were sworn to secrecy . Their talk , however , was the talk of sordid buccaneers : it was reckless without hardihood , greedy without audacity , and cruel without ...
Página 135
... called it ) , as it was sure to have in the future a good influence upon his career . I had full information about all these things , and , besides , as it turned out , I was to have the care of his memory . I've done enough for it to ...
... called it ) , as it was sure to have in the future a good influence upon his career . I had full information about all these things , and , besides , as it turned out , I was to have the care of his memory . I've done enough for it to ...
Página 173
... called on me one day and made inquiries , at first circuitous , after- wards suavely pressing , about what he was pleased to denominate certain documents . ' I was not surprised , because I had had two rows with the manager on the ...
... called on me one day and made inquiries , at first circuitous , after- wards suavely pressing , about what he was pleased to denominate certain documents . ' I was not surprised , because I had had two rows with the manager on the ...
Página 206
... called the " Song of the Shirt . " It was all very well making songs about poor women . The granddaughter of Colonel Whalley , the landlady of a boarding - house ! Pooh ! He replaced his hat , dived into two pockets , and stopping a ...
... called the " Song of the Shirt . " It was all very well making songs about poor women . The granddaughter of Colonel Whalley , the landlady of a boarding - house ! Pooh ! He replaced his hat , dived into two pockets , and stopping a ...
Página 217
... called then the Government Bungalow : a low - roofed structure on the half - cleared slope of a hill , with a new flagstaff in front and a police orderly on the veranda . He remembered toiling up that hill under a heavy sun for his ...
... called then the Government Bungalow : a low - roofed structure on the half - cleared slope of a hill , with a new flagstaff in front and a police orderly on the veranda . He remembered toiling up that hill under a heavy sun for his ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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.