Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page, 1903 - 381 Seiten |
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... Bank . There was nothing for it but go below with shovels and try to right her , and there we were in that vast hold , gloomy like a cavern , the tallow dips stuck and flickering on the beams , the gale howling above , the ship tossing ...
... Bank . There was nothing for it but go below with shovels and try to right her , and there we were in that vast hold , gloomy like a cavern , the tallow dips stuck and flickering on the beams , the gale howling above , the ship tossing ...
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... banks , spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth . We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever , but in the august light of ...
... banks , spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth . We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever , but in the august light of ...
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... banks were rotting into mud , whose waters , thickened into slime , invaded the contorted man- groves , that seemed to writhe at us in the extremity of an impotent despair . Nowhere did we stop long enough to get a particularized ...
... banks were rotting into mud , whose waters , thickened into slime , invaded the contorted man- groves , that seemed to writhe at us in the extremity of an impotent despair . Nowhere did we stop long enough to get a particularized ...
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... bank . I asked myself what I was to do there , now my boat was lost . As a matter of fact , I had plenty to do in fishing my command out of the river . I had to set about it the very next day . That , and the repairs when I brought the ...
... bank . I asked myself what I was to do there , now my boat was lost . As a matter of fact , I had plenty to do in fishing my command out of the river . I had to set about it the very next day . That , and the repairs when I brought the ...
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... bank and roam- ing at night over the station grounds . The pilgrims used to turn out in a body and empty every rifle they could lay hands on at him . Some even had sat up o ' nights for him . All this energy was wasted , though . ' That ...
... bank and roam- ing at night over the station grounds . The pilgrims used to turn out in a body and empty every rifle they could lay hands on at him . Some even had sat up o ' nights for him . All this energy was wasted , though . ' That ...
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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 station steamboat steamer Sterne stood straight stream suddenly talk tell thing thought tion took trees Tuan turned uncon Van Wyk voice waiting walked watch Whal Whalley's whisper word
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Seite 170 - Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision — he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath — " 'The horror ! The horror ! ' "I blew the candle out and left the cabin.
Seite 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. Nothing could happen. There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight; and it was not dissipated by somebody on board assuring me earnestly there was a camp of natives...
Seite 109 - It was unearthly, and the men were — No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it — this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity - like yours - the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar.
Seite 109 - The earth seemed unearthly. We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there - there you could look at a thing monstrous and free. It was unearthly, and the men were - No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it - this suspicion of their not being inhuman.
Seite 109 - And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything - because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future.
Seite 171 - Droll thing life is — that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself — that comes too late — a crop of unextinguishable regrets.
Seite 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. He was alone, and I before him did not know whether I stood on the ground or floated in the air.
Seite 183 - 'Forgive me. I — I — have mourned so long in silence — in silence. . . . You were with him — to the last? I think of his loneliness. Nobody near to understand him as I would have understood. Perhaps no one to hear. "'To the very end,
Seite 94 - 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 itself without human lips in the heavy nightair of the river. "... Yes — I let him run on,"...
Seite 4 - And he had blue eyes in that old face of his, which were amazingly like a boy's, with that candid expression some quite common men preserve to the end of their days by a rare internal gift of simplicity of heart and rectitude of soul.