The Works of Joseph Conrad, Tom 5W. Heinemann, 1921 |
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... had never been round the Capes . He could just write a kind of sketchy hand , and didn't care for writing at all . Both were thorough good seamen of course , and between those two old chaps I felt like a small boy between YOUTH 3.
... had never been round the Capes . He could just write a kind of sketchy hand , and didn't care for writing at all . Both were thorough good seamen of course , and between those two old chaps I felt like a small boy between YOUTH 3.
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... hand and dirty like a smoked ceiling . In the stormy space surrounding us there was as much flying spray as air . Day after day and night after night there was nothing round the ship but the howl of the wind , the tumult of the sea ...
... hand and dirty like a smoked ceiling . In the stormy space surrounding us there was as much flying spray as air . Day after day and night after night there was nothing round the ship but the howl of the wind , the tumult of the sea ...
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... hand - no , not for so much as ten seconds . There was for us no sky , there were for us no stars , no sun , no universe - nothing but angry clouds and an infuriated sea . We pumped watch and watch , for dear life ; and it seemed to ...
... hand - no , not for so much as ten seconds . There was for us no sky , there were for us no stars , no sun , no universe - nothing but angry clouds and an infuriated sea . We pumped watch and watch , for dear life ; and it seemed to ...
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... stupid with fatigue and thinking of nothing but the pumps , I did not understand what I had in my hand . Suddenly it dawned upon me , and I shouted , ' Boys , the house on deck is gone . cook . ' Leave this , YOUTH 13.
... stupid with fatigue and thinking of nothing but the pumps , I did not understand what I had in my hand . Suddenly it dawned upon me , and I shouted , ' Boys , the house on deck is gone . cook . ' Leave this , YOUTH 13.
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... hand to unlock the forepeak scuttle , intending to serve the water out of a spare tank we kept there . " The smell down below was as unexpected as it was frightful . One would have thought hundreds of paraffin - lamps had been flaring ...
... hand to unlock the forepeak scuttle , intending to serve the water out of a spare tank we kept there . " The smell down below was as unexpected as it was frightful . One would have thought hundreds of paraffin - lamps had been flaring ...
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Strona 62 - Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there.
Strona 105 - The great wall of vegetation, an exuberant and entangled mass of trunks, branches, leaves, boughs, festoons, motionless in the moonlight, was like a rioting invasion of soundless life, a rolling wave of plants, piled up, crested, ready to topple over the creek, to sweep every little man of us out of his little existence.
Strona 50 - But for me all the East is contained in that vision of my youth. It is all in that moment when I opened my young eyes on it. I came upon it from a tussle with the sea— and I was young— and I saw it looking at me. And this is all that is left of it! Only a moment; a moment of strength, of romance, of glamour— of youth!
Strona 61 - I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit," that we knew we were fated, before the ebb began to run, to hear about one of Marlow's inconclusive experiences. "I don't want to bother you much with what happened to me personally...
Strona 43 - I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more— the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men...
Strona 73 - ... paddled by black fellows. You could see from afar the white of their eyeballs glistening. They shouted, sang; their bodies streamed with perspiration; they had faces like grotesque masks— these chaps; but they had bone, muscle, a wild vitality, an intense energy of movement, that was as natural and true as the surf along their coast. They wanted no excuse for being there. They were a great comfort to look at.
Strona 110 - Each station should be like a beacon on the road towards better things, a center for trade of course, but also for humanizing, improving, instructing/' Conceive you that ass! And he wants to be manager! No, it's - ' Here he got choked by excessive indignation, and I lifted my head the least bit. I was surprised to see how near they were - right under me. I could have spat...
Strona 145 - By the simple exercise of our will we can exert a power for good practically unbounded,' etc. etc. From that point he soared and took me with him. The peroration was magnificent, though difficult to remember, you know. It gave me the notion of an exotic Immensity ruled by an august Benevolence. It made me tingle with enthusiasm. This was the unbounded power of eloquence — of words — of burning noble words. There were no practical hints to interrupt the magic current of phrases, unless a kind...
Strona 192 - She came forward, all in black, with a pale head, floating towards me in the dusk. She was in mourning. It was more than a year since his death, more than a year since the news came; she seemed as though she would remember and mourn forever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured, 'I had heard you were coming.
Strona 60 - The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.