The Complete Works of Joseph Conrad, Volume 18Doubleday, Page & Company, 1921 |
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... fire through the window . His insane loquacity made my heart turn faint . And my feet were like lead . There was no higher officer to whom I could appeal . I had not even the firmness of spirit to simply go away . " Benumbed by my ...
... fire through the window . His insane loquacity made my heart turn faint . And my feet were like lead . There was no higher officer to whom I could appeal . I had not even the firmness of spirit to simply go away . " Benumbed by my ...
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... fire , but he did not . And if he had he would not have been obeyed , I think , just then . " With his feet against the thickness of the wall and his hairy hands grasping the iron bar , Gaspar sat still . It was an attitude . Nothing ...
... fire , but he did not . And if he had he would not have been obeyed , I think , just then . " With his feet against the thickness of the wall and his hairy hands grasping the iron bar , Gaspar sat still . It was an attitude . Nothing ...
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... fires ; and the sounds of distant lamentations , the cries of Misericordia ! Misericordia ! made a desolate murmur in his ears . He walked on , solemn and col- lected , as if carrying something holy , fragile , and precious . The earth ...
... fires ; and the sounds of distant lamentations , the cries of Misericordia ! Misericordia ! made a desolate murmur in his ears . He walked on , solemn and col- lected , as if carrying something holy , fragile , and precious . The earth ...
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... fire with flint and steel three times , which was not too con- spicuous and yet distinctive enough for recognition . " San Martin , the great Liberator , loved men of audacity and courage . Besides , he was just and com- passionate . I ...
... fire with flint and steel three times , which was not too con- spicuous and yet distinctive enough for recognition . " San Martin , the great Liberator , loved men of audacity and courage . Besides , he was just and com- passionate . I ...
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... fire without loss of time . In less than six hours they were riding away at the same mad speed , without the loss of a single man . Good as they were , such an exploit is not performed without a still better leadership . " I was dining ...
... fire without loss of time . In less than six hours they were riding away at the same mad speed , without the loss of a single man . Good as they were , such an exploit is not performed without a still better leadership . " I was dining ...
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Page 81 - ... as she put on her picturesque dresses and for the same reason : to assert her individuality at any cost. You know, women would go to any length almost for such a purpose. She went to a great length. She had acquired all the appropriate gestures of revolutionary convictions — the gestures of pity, of anger, of indignation against the anti-humanitarian vices of the social class to which she belonged herself. All this sat on her striking personality as well as her slightly original costumes. Very...
Page 280 - I dropped my hands," he said, "but I never put them in my pockets. I felt a pressure there " He put the tip of his finger on a spot close under his breastbone, the very spot of the human body where a Japanese gentleman begins the operations of the Harakiri, which is a form of suicide following upon dishonour, upon an intolerable outrage to the delicacy of one's feelings. "I glance down," the Count continued in an awestruck voice, "and what do I see?
Page 234 - No man succeeds in everything he undertakes. In that sense we are all failures. The great point is not to fail in ordering and sustaining the effort of our life. In this matter vanity is what leads us astray. It hurries us into situations from which we must come out damaged; whereas pride is our safeguard...
Page 200 - Let me entreat you, Colonel, to be satisfied with taking my word of honour that I was put into a damnable position where I had no option; I had no choice whatever, consistent with my dignity as a man and an officer. . . . After all, Colonel, this fact is the very bottom of this affair. Here you've got it. The rest is mere detail. ..." The colonel stopped short. The reputation of Lieutenant D'Hubert for good sense and good temper weighed in the balance. A cool head, a warm heart, open as the day....
Page vii - II Conde (misspelt by-the-by) is an almost verbatim transcript of the tale told me by a very charming old gentleman whom I met in Italy. I don't mean to say it is only that. Anybody can see that it is something more than a verbatim report, but where he left off and where I began must be left to the acute discrimination of the reader who may be interested in the problem. I don't mean to say that the problem is worth the trouble. What I am certain of, however, is that it is not to be solved, for I...
Page 97 - I protested hastily that I was not surprised in the least; that I thought nothing of the kind; that anarchists in general were simply inconceivable to me mentally, morally, logically, sentimentally, and even physically.
Page 280 - He nodded several times, staring at me with all his might. "The clarinet," he declared, solemnly, "was finishing its solo, and I assure you I could hear every note. Then the band crashed fortissimo, and that creature rolled its eyes and gnashed its teeth hissing at me with the greatest ferocity, 'Be silent! No noise or — ' " I could not get over my astonishment.