Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page, 1903 - 381 Seiten |
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... rust , dust , grime soot aloft , dirt on deck . To me it was like coming out of a palace into a ruined cottage . She was about 400 tons , had a primitive windlass , wooden OLD TUB BUT .. latches to the doors , not [ 5 ] YOUTH.
... rust , dust , grime soot aloft , dirt on deck . To me it was like coming out of a palace into a ruined cottage . She was about 400 tons , had a primitive windlass , wooden OLD TUB BUT .. latches to the doors , not [ 5 ] YOUTH.
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... deck . On the second night she shifted her ballast into the lee bow , and by that time we had been blown off somewhere on the Dogger Bank . There was nothing for it but go below with shovels and try to right her , and there we were in ...
... deck . On the second night she shifted her ballast into the lee bow , and by that time we had been blown off somewhere on the Dogger Bank . There was nothing for it but go below with shovels and try to right her , and there we were in ...
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... deck - house just against the poop . It was high water , blowing fresh with a drizzle ; the double dock- gates were opened , and the steam colliers were going in and out in the darkness with their lights burning bright , a great ...
... deck - house just against the poop . It was high water , blowing fresh with a drizzle ; the double dock- gates were opened , and the steam colliers were going in and out in the darkness with their lights burning bright , a great ...
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... deck , and across , and down into our boat , which was fast to the ladder . Not bad for a sixty - year- old . Just imagine that old fellow saving heroically in his arms that old woman - the woman of his life . He set her down on a ...
... deck , and across , and down into our boat , which was fast to the ladder . Not bad for a sixty - year- old . Just imagine that old fellow saving heroically in his arms that old woman - the woman of his life . He set her down on a ...
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... deck . There was no rest for her and no rest for us . She tossed , she pitched , she stood on her head , she sat on her tail , she rolled , she groaned , and we had to hold on while on deck and cling to our bunks when below [ 11 ] YOUTH.
... deck . There was no rest for her and no rest for us . She tossed , she pitched , she stood on her head , she sat on her tail , she rolled , she groaned , and we had to hold on while on deck and cling to our bunks when below [ 11 ] YOUTH.
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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.