Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page, 1903 - 381 páginas |
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... 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 . What induced ...
... 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 . What induced ...
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... eyes of idiots . As soon as we had crawled on deck I used to take a round turn with a rope about the men , the pumps , and the mainmast , and we turned , we turned incessantly , with the water to our waists , to our necks , over our ...
... eyes of idiots . As soon as we had crawled on deck I used to take a round turn with a rope about the men , the pumps , and the mainmast , and we turned , we turned incessantly , with the water to our waists , to our necks , over our ...
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... inherited a large fortune . But a beastly smell of burning hung about the ship . Captain Beard had hollow eyes and sunken cheeks . I had never noticed so much before how twisted and De P CO I h d а 7 bowed he [ 24 ] YOUTH.
... inherited a large fortune . But a beastly smell of burning hung about the ship . Captain Beard had hollow eyes and sunken cheeks . I had never noticed so much before how twisted and De P CO I h d а 7 bowed he [ 24 ] YOUTH.
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... eyes like saucers , his mouth open , and the long white hair standing straight on end round his head like a silver halo . He was just about to go down when the sight of the main - deck stirring , heaving up , and changing into splinters ...
... eyes like saucers , his mouth open , and the long white hair standing straight on end round his head like a silver halo . He was just about to go down when the sight of the main - deck stirring , heaving up , and changing into splinters ...
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... eyes , gleamed on patches of white skin seen through the torn shirts . Each had the marks as of a battle about him - bandaged heads , tied - up arms , a strip of dirty rag round a knee - and each man had a bottle between his legs and a ...
... eyes , gleamed on patches of white skin seen through the torn shirts . Each had the marks as of a battle about him - bandaged heads , tied - up arms , a strip of dirty rag round a knee - and each man had a bottle between his legs and a ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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,
Página 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,"...
Página 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.