Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 339 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... rest . The world was nothing but an immensity of great foaming waves rushing at us , under a sky low enough to touch ... rest for her and no rest for us . She tossed , she pitched , she stood on her head , she sat on her tail , she ...
... rest . The world was nothing but an immensity of great foaming waves rushing at us , under a sky low enough to touch ... rest for her and no rest for us . She tossed , she pitched , she stood on her head , she sat on her tail , she ...
Pagina 21
... rest laughed . But generally we were taciturn and serious - and thirsty . Oh ! how thirsty ! And we had to be careful with the water . Strict allowance . The ship smoked , the sun blazed . . . Pass the bottle . No man " We tried ...
... rest laughed . But generally we were taciturn and serious - and thirsty . Oh ! how thirsty ! And we had to be careful with the water . Strict allowance . The ship smoked , the sun blazed . . . Pass the bottle . No man " We tried ...
Pagina 33
... rest were busy about ? They were sitting on deck right aft , round an open case , eating bread and cheese and drink- ing bottled stout . " On the background of flames twisting in fierce tongues above their heads they seemed at home like ...
... rest were busy about ? They were sitting on deck right aft , round an open case , eating bread and cheese and drink- ing bottled stout . " On the background of flames twisting in fierce tongues above their heads they seemed at home like ...
Pagina 37
... rest sat at the tiller . We had made out the red light in that bay and steered for it , guessing it must mark some small coasting port . We passed two vessels , outlandish and high - sterned , sleeping at anchor , and , approaching the ...
... rest sat at the tiller . We had made out the red light in that bay and steered for it , guessing it must mark some small coasting port . We passed two vessels , outlandish and high - sterned , sleeping at anchor , and , approaching the ...
Pagina 45
... rest . The flood had made , the wind was nearly calm , and being bound down the river , the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide . The sea - reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an ...
... rest . The flood had made , the wind was nearly calm , and being bound down the river , the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide . The sea - reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
asked bank Bankok barque Batu Beru beard began berth binnacle boats bridge cabin Captain Whalley chap cheroot coast course cried dark dead deck devil door earth engine-room 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 mangroves Martini-Henry Massy Massy's murmured mysterious never nigger night once Pangu patent slip pilgrims port prau remember Ringdove river round sampan seemed Serang shadow ship shore side sight silence skipper smoke Sofala sombre sort soul stared station steamboat steamer Sterne stood straight stream suddenly talk tell thing thought took trees Tuan turned Van Wyk verandah voice wait walked watch Whal Whalley's whisper word
Populaire passages
Pagina 96 - 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.
Pagina 118 - He began with the argument that we whites, from the point of development we had arrived at, 'must necessarily appear to them [savages] in the nature of supernatural beings - we approach them with the might as of a deity,' and so on, and so on. 'By the simple exercise of our will we can exert a power for good practically unbounded,
Pagina 114 - ... the gift of expression, the bewildering, the illuminating, the most exalted and the most contemptible, the pulsating stream of light, or the deceitful flow from the heart of an impenetrable darkness.
Pagina 64 - Six black men advanced in a file, toiling up the path. They walked erect and slow, balancing small baskets full of earth on their heads, and the clink kept time with their footsteps. Black rags were wound round their loins, and the short ends behind waggled to and fro like tails. I could see every rib, the joints of their limbs were like knots in a rope; each had an iron collar on his neck, and all were connected together with a chain whose bights swung between them, rhythmically clinking. Another...
Pagina 150 - If such is the form of ultimate wisdom, then life is a greater riddle than some of us think it to be. I was within a hair's breadth of the last opportunity for pronouncement, and I found with humiliation that probably I would have nothing to say.
Pagina 116 - You can't understand. How could you? — with solid pavement under your feet, surrounded by kind neighbours ready to cheer you or to fall on you, stepping delicately between the butcher and the policeman, in the holy terror of scandal and gallows and lunatic asylums...
Pagina 4 - You fellows know there are those voyages that seem ordered for the illustration of life, that might stand for a symbol of existence. You fight, work, sweat, nearly kill yourself, sometimes do kill yourself, trying to accomplish something— and you can't. Not from any fault of yours. You simply can do nothing, neither great nor little— not a thing in the world— not even marry an old maid, or get a wretched 6oo-ton cargo of coal to its port of destination.
Pagina 39 - English. The man up there raged aloud in two languages, and with a sincerity in his fury that almost convinced me I had, in some way, sinned against the harmony of the universe. I could hardly see him, but began to think he would work himself into a fit. 'Suddenly he ceased, and I could hear him snorting and blowing like a porpoise. I said ' "What steamer is this, pray?" ' "Eh? What's this? And who are you?" ' "Castaway crew of an English barque burnt at sea. We came here tonight. I am the second...
Pagina 37 - ... ice, shimmering in the dark. A red light burns far off upon the gloom of the land, and the night is soft and warm. We drag at the oars with aching arms, and suddenly a puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange...
Pagina 119 - Well, don't you see, he had done something, he had steered; for months I had him at my back — a help — an instrument. It was a kind of partnership. He steered for me — I had to look after him, I worried about his deficiencies, and thus a subtle bond had been created, of which I only became aware when it was suddenly broken.