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... sort of business . More ambitious in its scope and longer in the telling , " Heart of Darkness " is quite as authentic in fundamentals as " Youth . " It is , obviously , written in another mood . I won't charac- terize the mood ...
... sort of business . More ambitious in its scope and longer in the telling , " Heart of Darkness " is quite as authentic in fundamentals as " Youth . " It is , obviously , written in another mood . I won't charac- terize the mood ...
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... sort of a coat of arms , with the motto ' Do or Die ' underneath . I remember it took my fancy im- mensely . There was a touch of romance in it , some- thing that made me love the old thing - something that appealed to my youth ! " We ...
... sort of a coat of arms , with the motto ' Do or Die ' underneath . I remember it took my fancy im- mensely . There was a touch of romance in it , some- thing that made me love the old thing - something that appealed to my youth ! " We ...
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... sort of latitude all over the two hemispheres . I have been in some of them , and well , we won't talk about that . But there was one yet - the biggest , the most blank , so to speak - that I had a hankering after . · • " True , by this ...
... sort of latitude all over the two hemispheres . I have been in some of them , and well , we won't talk about that . But there was one yet - the biggest , the most blank , so to speak - that I had a hankering after . · • " True , by this ...
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... sort of apostle . There had been a lot of such rot let loose in print and talk just about that time , and the excellent woman , living right in the rush of all that humbug , got carried off her feet . She talked about weaning those ...
... sort of apostle . There had been a lot of such rot let loose in print and talk just about that time , and the excellent woman , living right in the rush of all that humbug , got carried off her feet . She talked about weaning those ...
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... sort of life as I had blundered into . I've seen the devil of violence , and the devil of greed , and the devil of hot desire ; but , by all the stars ! these were strong , lusty , red - eyed devils , that swayed and drove men - men , I ...
... sort of life as I had blundered into . I've seen the devil of violence , and the devil of greed , and the devil of hot desire ; but , by all the stars ! these were strong , lusty , red - eyed devils , that swayed and drove men - men , I ...
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Seite 62 - 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.
Seite 51 - 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. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea - something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to...
Seite 66 - They were dying slowly - it was very clear. They were not enemies, they were not criminals, they were nothing earthly now, - nothing but black shadows of disease and starvation, lying confusedly in the greenish gloom. Brought from all the recesses of the coast in all the legality of time contracts, lost in uncongenial surroundings, fed on unfamiliar food, they sickened, became inefficient, and were then allowed to crawl away and rest.
Seite 136 - She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.
Seite 162 - Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. "We have lost the first of the ebb," said the Director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky— seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.
Seite 86 - ... from the recesses of the land. 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. And it moved not. A deadened burst of mighty splashes and snorts reached us from afar, as though an ichthyosaurus had been taking a bath of glitter...
Seite 67 - Near the same tree two more bundles of acute angles sat with their legs drawn up. One, with his chin propped on his knees, stared at nothing, in an intolerable and appalling manner: his brother phantom rested its forehead, as if over-come with a great weariness; and all about others were scattered in every pose of contorted collapse, as in some picture of a massacre or a pestilence.
Seite 37 - ... And I see a bay, a wide bay, smooth as glass and polished like ice, shimmering in the dark. A red light burns far off upon the gloom of the land, and the night is soft and warm. We drag at the oars with aching arms, and suddenly a puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange...
Seite 55 - A narrow and deserted street in deep shadow, high houses, innumerable windows with Venetian blinds, a dead silence, grass sprouting between the stones, imposing carriage archways right and left, immense double doors standing ponderously ajar. I slipped through one of these cracks, went up a swept and ungarnished staircase, as arid as a desert, and opened the first door I came to. Two women, one fat and the other slim, sat on straw-bottomed chairs, knitting black wool.
Seite 82 - Do you see him? Do you see the story? Do you see anything? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams ...