Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page, 1903 - 381 Seiten |
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... feeling as though I had not slept for years , and could not if I tried . He said excitedly— " You got the sounding - rod in here , Marlow ? I can't get the pumps to suck . By God ! it's no child's play . ' “ I gave him the sounding ...
... feeling as though I had not slept for years , and could not if I tried . He said excitedly— " You got the sounding - rod in here , Marlow ? I can't get the pumps to suck . By God ! it's no child's play . ' “ I gave him the sounding ...
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... feeling . Some- times a man , as he dashed a bucketful of water down the hatchway , would yell out , Hurrah for Bankok ! ' and the rest laughed . But generally we were taciturn and seri- 6 ous - and thirsty . Oh ! how thirsty ! [ 23 ] ...
... feeling . Some- times a man , as he dashed a bucketful of water down the hatchway , would yell out , Hurrah for Bankok ! ' and the rest laughed . But generally we were taciturn and seri- 6 ous - and thirsty . Oh ! how thirsty ! [ 23 ] ...
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... feeling that will never come back any more the feeling that I could last for ever , outlast the sea , the earth , and all men ; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys , to perils , to love , to vain effort to death ; the ...
... feeling that will never come back any more the feeling that I could last for ever , outlast the sea , the earth , and all men ; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys , to perils , to love , to vain effort to death ; the ...
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... rolling ! But darkness was here yesterday . Imagine the feelings of a commander of a fine - what d'ye call ' em ? -trireme in the Mediterranean , ordered suddenly to the north ; run overland across the Gauls in [ 55 ] HEART OF DARKNESS.
... rolling ! But darkness was here yesterday . Imagine the feelings of a commander of a fine - what d'ye call ' em ? -trireme in the Mediterranean , ordered suddenly to the north ; run overland across the Gauls in [ 55 ] HEART OF DARKNESS.
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... feeling came over me . She seemed uncanny and fateful . Often far away there I thought of these two , guarding the door of Darkness , knitting black wool as for a warm pall , one introducing , introducing continu- ously to the unknown ...
... feeling came over me . She seemed uncanny and fateful . Often far away there I thought of these two , guarding the door of Darkness , knitting black wool as for a warm pall , one introducing , introducing continu- ously to the unknown ...
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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.