The Complete Works of Joseph Conrad, Volume 15Doubleday, Page & Company, 1921 |
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... trouble to remark on such slight evidence that the voice was very charming and when the performers resumed their seats I shifted my position slightly in order not to have that particular performer hidden from me by the little man with ...
... trouble to remark on such slight evidence that the voice was very charming and when the performers resumed their seats I shifted my position slightly in order not to have that particular performer hidden from me by the little man with ...
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... trouble . He had come the week before into Delli , and the Portuguese authorities , on some pretence of irregularity in his papers , had inflicted a fine upon him and had arrested his brig . Morrison never had any spare cash in hand ...
... trouble . He had come the week before into Delli , and the Portuguese authorities , on some pretence of irregularity in his papers , had inflicted a fine upon him and had arrested his brig . Morrison never had any spare cash in hand ...
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... trouble to myself . Words can't do it justice ; but since I've told you so much I may as well tell you more . Listen ... troubles 14 VICTORY.
... trouble to myself . Words can't do it justice ; but since I've told you so much I may as well tell you more . Listen ... troubles 14 VICTORY.
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Joseph Conrad. a man everlastingly bothering the Almighty with his silly troubles . It seems such cheek . Anyhow , this morning I - I have never done any harm to any God's creature knowingly - I prayed . A sudden impulse- I went flop on ...
Joseph Conrad. a man everlastingly bothering the Almighty with his silly troubles . It seems such cheek . Anyhow , this morning I - I have never done any harm to any God's creature knowingly - I prayed . A sudden impulse- I went flop on ...
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... trouble . Axel Heyst ought not to have cared for his letters or whatever it was that brought him out after something more than a year and a half in Samburan . But it was of no use . He had not the hermit's vocation ! That was the trouble ...
... trouble . Axel Heyst ought not to have cared for his letters or whatever it was that brought him out after something more than a year and a half in Samburan . But it was of no use . He had not the hermit's vocation ! That was the trouble ...
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Popular passages
Page xv - This bestial apparition and a certain enormous buck nigger encountered in Haiti only a couple of months afterwards, have fixed my conception of blind, furious, unreasoning rage, as manifested in the human animal, to the end of my days. Of the nigger I used to dream for years afterwards.
Page 167 - No, unless by native craft," said Schomberg. Ricardo nodded, satisfied. Both these white men looked on native life as a mere play of shadows. A play of shadows the dominant race could walk through unaffected and disregarded in the pursuit of its incomprehensible aims and needs.
Page 201 - Why are you looking so serious ?" he pursued, and immediately thought that habitual seriousness, in the long run, was much more bearable than constant gaiety. "However, this expression suits you exceedingly," he added, not diplomatically, but because, by the tendency of his taste, it was a true statement. "And as long as I can be certain that it is not boredom which gives you this severe air, I am willing to sit here and look at you till you are ready to go." And this was true. He was still under...
Page 187 - I was not very far from you." "Apparently you were not near enough for me." "You could have called if you wanted me," she said. "And I wasn't so long doing my hair." "Apparently it was too long for me." " Well, you were thinking of me, anyhow. I am glad of it. Do you know, it seems to me, somehow, that if you were to stop thinking of me I shouldn't be in the world at all!
Page 68 - An instrumental uproar, screaming, grunting, whining, sobbing, scraping, squeaking -• :l some kind of lively air; while a grand piano, operated upon by a bony, red-faced woman with bad-tempered nostrils, rained hard notes like hail through the tempest of fiddles.
Page 209 - He was moved by the vibrating quality of the last words. She seemed to be talking low of some wonderful enchantment, in mysterious terms of special significance. He thought that if she only could talk to him in some unknown tongue, she would enslave him altogether by the sheer beauty of the sound, suggesting infinite depths of wisdom and feeling. "But...
Page 174 - Action — the first thought, or perhaps the first impulse, on earth! The barbed hook, baited with the illusion of progress, to bring out of the lightless void the shoals of unnumbered generations! "And I, the son of my father, have been caught too, like the silliest fish of them all," Heyst said to himself. He suffered. He was hurt by the sight of his own life, which ought to have been a masterpiece of aloofness. He remembered always his last evening with his father. He remembered the thin features,...
Page 175 - That very night he died in his bed, so quietly that they found him in his usual attitude of sleep, lying on his side, one hand under his cheek, and his knees slightly bent. He had not even straightened his legs. His son buried the silenced destroyer of systems, of hopes, of beliefs. He observed that the death of that bitter contemner of life did not trouble the flow of life's stream, where men and women go by thick as dust, revolving and jostling one another like figures cut out of cork and weighted...
Page 103 - Martin Ricardo, secretary. You don't want any more of our history, do you? Eh, what? Occupation? Put down, well — tourists. We've been called harder names before now; it won't hurt our feelings. And that fellow of mine — where did you tuck him away? Oh, he will be all right. When he wants anything he'll take it. He's Peter. Citizen of Colombia, Peter, Pedro — I don't know that he ever had any other name. Pedro, alligator-hunter. Oh, yes — I'll pay his board with the half-caste. Can't help...
Page 90 - Heyst was not conscious of either friends or of enemies. It was the very essence of his life to be a solitary achievement, accomplished not by hermit-like withdrawal with its silence and immobility, but by a system of restless wandering, by the detachment of an impermanent dweller amongst changing scenes. In this scheme he had perceived the means of passing through life without suffering and almost without a single care in the world — invulnerable because elusive.