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Pagina xii
Joseph Conrad. " 9 that the pages of that story - a fair half of the book- are also the product of experience . That experience belongs ( like " Youth's " ) to the time before I ever thought of putting pen to paper . As to its " reality ...
Joseph Conrad. " 9 that the pages of that story - a fair half of the book- are also the product of experience . That experience belongs ( like " Youth's " ) to the time before I ever thought of putting pen to paper . As to its " reality ...
Pagina 9
... half - a- crown to tow our skipper alongside ; but it was Mrs. Beard that came up the ladder first . They had been floating about the dock in that mizzly cold rain for nearly an hour . I was never so surprised in my life . " It appears ...
... half - a- crown to tow our skipper alongside ; but it was Mrs. Beard that came up the ladder first . They had been floating about the dock in that mizzly cold rain for nearly an hour . I was never so surprised in my life . " It appears ...
Pagina 26
... Half of a fife - rail had been shot through the foresail , and the sky made a patch of glorious blue in the ignobly soiled can- vas . A portion of several boards holding together had fallen across the rail , and one end protruded ...
... Half of a fife - rail had been shot through the foresail , and the sky made a patch of glorious blue in the ignobly soiled can- vas . A portion of several boards holding together had fallen across the rail , and one end protruded ...
Pagina 28
... half good enough . No ; it was something in them , something inborn and subtle and everlasting . I don't say positively that the crew of a French or Ger- man merchantman wouldn't have done it , but I doubt whether it would have been ...
... half good enough . No ; it was something in them , something inborn and subtle and everlasting . I don't say positively that the crew of a French or Ger- man merchantman wouldn't have done it , but I doubt whether it would have been ...
Pagina 32
... Half an hour passed . Suddenly there was a fright- ful racket , rattle , clanking of chain , hiss of water , and millions of sparks flew up into the shivering column of smoke that stood leaning slightly above the ship . The cat - heads ...
... Half an hour passed . Suddenly there was a fright- ful racket , rattle , clanking of chain , hiss of water , and millions of sparks flew up into the shivering column of smoke that stood leaning slightly above the ship . The cat - heads ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
asked bank Bankok barque Batu Beru beard began berth binnacle boats bridge cabin Captain Whalley chap coast course cried dead deck devil door earth engine-room engineer eyes face feeling feet fellow fool glance gone hand head heard HEART OF DARKNESS ivory Judea keep knew Kurtz lascar leaning light live looked Mahon Malay mangroves Martini-Henry Massy Massy's matter murmured mysterious never nigger night once Pangu patent slip pilgrims port prau remember Ringdove river round sampan savage seemed Serang shadow ship shore side sight silence skipper smoke Sofala sombre sort soul sound 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 62 - 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.
Pagina 51 - The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea - something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to...
Pagina 66 - They were dying slowly - it was very clear. They were not enemies, they were not criminals, they were nothing earthly now, - nothing but black shadows of disease and starvation, lying confusedly in the greenish gloom. Brought from all the recesses of the coast in all the legality of time contracts, lost in uncongenial surroundings, fed on unfamiliar food, they sickened, became inefficient, and were then allowed to crawl away and rest.
Pagina 136 - She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.
Pagina 162 - Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. "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 sombre under an overcast sky— seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.
Pagina 86 - ... from the recesses of the land. The great wall of vegetation, an exuberant and entangled mass of trunks, branches, leaves, boughs, festoons, motionless in the moonlight, was like a rioting invasion of soundless life, a rolling wave of plants, piled up, crested, ready to topple over the creek, to sweep every little man of us out of his little existence. And it moved not. A deadened burst of mighty splashes and snorts reached us from afar, as though an ichthyosaurus had been taking a bath of glitter...
Pagina 67 - Near the same tree two more bundles of acute angles sat with their legs drawn up. One, with his chin propped on his knees, stared at nothing, in an intolerable and appalling manner: his brother phantom rested its forehead, as if over-come with a great weariness; and all about others were scattered in every pose of contorted collapse, as in some picture of a massacre or a pestilence.
Pagina 37 - ... And I see a bay, a wide bay, smooth as glass and polished like 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 55 - A narrow and deserted street in deep shadow, high houses, innumerable windows with Venetian blinds, a dead silence, grass sprouting between the stones, imposing carriage archways right and left, immense double doors standing ponderously ajar. I slipped through one of these cracks, went up a swept and ungarnished staircase, as arid as a desert, and opened the first door I came to. Two women, one fat and the other slim, sat on straw-bottomed chairs, knitting black wool.
Pagina 82 - Do you see him? Do you see the story? Do you see anything? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams ...