Youth: And Two Other StoriesMcClure, Phillips & Company, 1903 - 381 sider |
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Side 7
... feet , engaged on that gravedigger's work , and try- ing to toss shovelfuls of wet sand up to windward . At every tumble of the ship you could see vaguely in the dim light men falling down with a great flourish of shov- els . One of the ...
... feet , engaged on that gravedigger's work , and try- ing to toss shovelfuls of wet sand up to windward . At every tumble of the ship you could see vaguely in the dim light men falling down with a great flourish of shov- els . One of the ...
Side 27
... feet and yelled at him , ' Good God ! don't you see the deck's blown out of her ? ' I found my voice , and stammered out as if conscious of some gross neglect of duty , ' I don't know where the cabin - table is . ' It was like an absurd ...
... feet and yelled at him , ' Good God ! don't you see the deck's blown out of her ? ' I found my voice , and stammered out as if conscious of some gross neglect of duty , ' I don't know where the cabin - table is . ' It was like an absurd ...
Side 33
... feet as we made our way back to the poop . " Of course they very soon found out in the steamer that the rope was gone . She gave a loud blast of her whistle , her lights were seen sweeping in a wide circle , she came up ranging close ...
... feet as we made our way back to the poop . " Of course they very soon found out in the steamer that the rope was gone . She gave a loud blast of her whistle , her lights were seen sweeping in a wide circle , she came up ranging close ...
Side 63
... plumpness in a frock - coat . The great man himself . He was five feet six , I should judge , and had his grip on the handle - end of ever so many millions . He shook hands , I fancy , murmured vaguely , [ 63 ] HEART OF DARKNESS.
... plumpness in a frock - coat . The great man himself . He was five feet six , I should judge , and had his grip on the handle - end of ever so many millions . He shook hands , I fancy , murmured vaguely , [ 63 ] HEART OF DARKNESS.
Side 66
... feet in slippers , and I thought him a harmless fool . I always ask leave , in the interests of science , to measure the crania of those going out there , ' he said . And when they come back too ? ' I asked . Oh , I never see them ...
... feet in slippers , and I thought him a harmless fool . I always ask leave , in the interests of science , to measure the crania of those going out there , ' he said . And when they come back too ? ' I asked . Oh , I never see them ...
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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 savage seemed Serang shadow ship shore side 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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Side 184 - 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 somber under an overcast sky — seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.
Side 58 - It was the farthest point of navigation and the culminating point of my experience. It seemed somehow to throw a kind of light on everything about me — and into my thoughts. It was sombre enough, too — and pitiful — not extraordinary in any way — not very clear either. No, not very clear. And yet it seemed to throw a kind of light.
Side 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,"...
Side 105 - Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings.
Side 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...
Side 178 - She came forward, all in black, with a pale head, floating towards me in the dusk. She was in mourning. It was more than a year since his death, more than a year since the news came; she seemed as though she would remember and mourn forever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured, 'I had heard you were coming.
Side 135 - This was the unbounded power of eloquence — of words — of burning noble words. There were no practical hints to interrupt the magic current of phrases, unless a kind of note at the foot of the last page, scrawled evidently much later, in an unsteady hand, may be regarded as the exposition of a method. It was very simple, and at the end of that moving appeal to every altruistic sentiment it blazed at you, luminous and terrifying, like a flash of lightning in a serene sky : 'Exterminate all the...
Side 70 - Her ensign dropped limp like a rag; the muzzles of the long eight-inch guns stuck out all over the low hull; the greasy, slimy swell swung her up lazily and let her down, swaying her thin masts. In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.
Side 183 - I felt like a chill grip on my chest. ' Don't,' I said, in a muffled voice. " ' 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,
Side 90 - It was evident he took me for a perfectly shameless prevaricator. At last he got angry, and, to conceal a movement of furious annoyance, he yawned. I rose. Then I noticed a small sketch in oils, on a panel, representing a woman, draped and blindfolded, carrying a lighted torch. The background was somber — almost black. The movement of the woman was stately, and the effect of the torch-light on the face was sinister.