Youth: And Two Other StoriesGrosset & Dunlap, 1903 - 381 |
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Strona 82
... manager him- self ' was there . All quite correct . " Everybody had behaved splendidly ! splendidly ! ' — ' you must , ' he said in agitation , ' go and see the general manager at once . He is waiting ! ' 6 " I did not see the real ...
... manager him- self ' was there . All quite correct . " Everybody had behaved splendidly ! splendidly ! ' — ' you must , ' he said in agitation , ' go and see the general manager at once . He is waiting ! ' 6 " I did not see the real ...
Strona 83
... manager on board , in charge of some volunteer skipper , and before they had been out three hours they tore the bottom out of her on stones , and she sank near the south bank . I asked myself what I was to do there , now my boat was ...
... manager on board , in charge of some volunteer skipper , and before they had been out three hours they tore the bottom out of her on stones , and she sank near the south bank . I asked myself what I was to do there , now my boat was ...
Strona 87
... manager . I wished him a good evening . Did you ever see anything like it - eh ? it is incredible , ' he said , and walked off . The other man remained . He was a first - class agent , young , gentlemanly , a bit reserved , with a ...
... manager . I wished him a good evening . Did you ever see anything like it - eh ? it is incredible , ' he said , and walked off . The other man remained . He was a first - class agent , young , gentlemanly , a bit reserved , with a ...
Strona 88
... manager's spy upon them . As to me , I had hardly ever spoken to him before . We got into talk , and by - and - by we strolled away from the hissing ruins . Then he asked me to his room , which was in the main building of the station ...
... manager's spy upon them . As to me , I had hardly ever spoken to him before . We got into talk , and by - and - by we strolled away from the hissing ruins . Then he asked me to his room , which was in the main building of the station ...
Strona 90
... manager , two years more and . but I dare say you know what he will be in two years ' time . You are of the new gang- the gang of virtue . The same people who sent him specially also recommended you . Oh , don't say no . I've my own ...
... manager , two years more and . but I dare say you know what he will be in two years ' time . You are of the new gang- the gang of virtue . The same people who sent him specially also recommended you . Oh , don't say no . I've my own ...
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Strona 97 - I don't like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don't like work - no man does - but I like what is in the work, - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
Strona 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 — j and nothing happened.
Strona 59 - 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 - ... away — in another existence perhaps. There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention.
Strona 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.
Strona 72 - 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 came out of the cliff, and that was all. No change appeared on the face of the rock. They were building a railway. The cliff was not in the way or anything ; but this objectless blasting was all the work going on.
Strona 41 - I remember the heat, the deluge of rain-squalls that kept us baling for dear life (but filled our water-cask), and I remember sixteen hours on end with a mouth dry as a cinder and a steering-oar over the stern to keep my first command head on to a breaking sea. I did not know how good a man I was till then.
Strona 164 - There was nothing either above or below him, and I knew it. He had kicked himself loose of the earth. Confound the man! he had kicked the very earth to pieces.
Strona 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...
Strona 56 - Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him— all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.