Lord Jim (Paperbound)

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Contents

I
3
II
10
III
17
IV
28
V
34
VI
56
VII
77
VIII
89
XXIV
242
XXV
249
XXVI
259
XXVII
266
XXVIII
273
XXIX
282
XXX
288
XXXI
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X
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XI
128
XII
133
XIII
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XIV
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XV
170
XVI
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XVII
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XVIII
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XIX
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XX
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XXI
218
XXII
226
XXIII
233
XXXII
303
XXXIII
309
XXXIV
320
XXXV
330
XXXVI
337
XXXVII
344
XXXVIII
352
XXXIX
361
XL
369
XLI
379
XLII
385
XLIII
393
XLIV
401
XLV
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Page 3 - HE WAS an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull.
Page 50 - Why I longed to go grubbing into the deplorable details of an occurrence which, after all, concerned me no more than as a member of an obscure body of men held together by a community of inglorious toil and by fidelity to a certain standard of conduct, I can't explain. You may call it an unhealthy curiosity if you like ; but I have a distinct notion I wished to find something. Perhaps, Unconsciously, I hoped I would find that something, some profound and redeeming cause, some merciful explanation,...
Page 213 - This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man he will never on his heap of mud keep still. He want to be so, and again he want to be so. . . ." He moved his hand up, then down.
Page 339 - at our backs,' you had said. ' We want a belief in its necessity and its justice, to make a worthy and conscious sacrifice of our lives. Without it the sacrifice is only forgetfulness, the way of offering is no better than the way to perdition.
Page 80 - I didn't know how much of it he believed himself. I didn't know what he was playing up to — if he was playing up to anything at all — and I suspect he did not know either; for it is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.
Page 216 - At that moment it was difficult to believe in Jim's existence — starting from a country parsonage, blurred by crowds of men as by clouds of dust, silenced by the clashing claims of life and death in a material world — but his imperishable reality came to me with a convincing, with an irresistible force! I saw...
Page 51 - Was it for my own sake that I wished to find some shadow of an excuse for that young fellow whom I had never seen before, but whose appearance alone added a touch of personal concern to the thoughts suggested by the knowledge of his weakness - made it a thing of mystery and terror - like a hint of a destructive fate ready for us all whose youth - in its day - had resembled his youth? I tear that such was the secret motive of my prying.
Page 215 - The whisper of his conviction seemed to open before me a vast and uncertain expanse, as of a crepuscular horizon on a plain at dawn — or was it, perchance, at the coming of the night? One had not the courage to decide; but it was a charming and deceptive light, throwing the impalpable poetry of its dimness over pitfalls — over graves.
Page 245 - There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
Page 5 - Jim's father possessed such certain knowledge of the Unknowable as made for the righteousness of people in cottages without disturbing the ease of mind of those whom an unerring Providence enables to live in mansions.

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