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Page 43
He was easily sorry for people . It seemed rude not to take any notice of her . He
said , in allusion to the poster : " Are you having these people in the house ? ”
She was so unused to being addressed by customers that at the sound of his
voice ...
He was easily sorry for people . It seemed rude not to take any notice of her . He
said , in allusion to the poster : " Are you having these people in the house ? ”
She was so unused to being addressed by customers that at the sound of his
voice ...
Page 74
The fragmentary and rasping character of these sounds made their intrusion
inexpressibly tedious in the long run . Like most dreamers , to whom it is given
sometimes to hear the music of the spheres , Heyst , the wanderer of the
Archipelago ...
The fragmentary and rasping character of these sounds made their intrusion
inexpressibly tedious in the long run . Like most dreamers , to whom it is given
sometimes to hear the music of the spheres , Heyst , the wanderer of the
Archipelago ...
Page 84
Never sang a note in my life , ” she said , obviously surprised by the irrelevant
question ; for they had not been discoursing of sweet sounds . She was clearly
unaware of her voice . “ I don ' t remember that I ever had much reason to sing
since I ...
Never sang a note in my life , ” she said , obviously surprised by the irrelevant
question ; for they had not been discoursing of sweet sounds . She was clearly
unaware of her voice . “ I don ' t remember that I ever had much reason to sing
since I ...
Page 89
Sourabaya , ” he would say distinctly , and would watch the discouragement at
the outlandish sound coming into her eyes , which were fastened on his face . He
could not defend himself from compassion . He suggested that she might go to ...
Sourabaya , ” he would say distinctly , and would watch the discouragement at
the outlandish sound coming into her eyes , which were fastened on his face . He
could not defend himself from compassion . He suggested that she might go to ...
Page 92
The distant sounds of the concert reached his ear , faint indeed but still disturbing
. Neither did he feel very safe in there ; for that sentiment depends not on
extraneous circumstances but on our inward conviction . He did not attempt to go
to ...
The distant sounds of the concert reached his ear , faint indeed but still disturbing
. Neither did he feel very safe in there ; for that sentiment depends not on
extraneous circumstances but on our inward conviction . He did not attempt to go
to ...
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Page 367 - Do you see them?" Heyst whispered into the girl's ear. "Here they are, the envoys of the outer world. Here they are before you — evil intelligence, instinctive savagery, arm in arm. The brute force is at the back. A trio of fitting envoys perhaps— but what about the welcome? Suppose I were armed, could I shoot those two down where they stand? Could I?
Page 77 - The Zangiacomo band was not making music; it was simply murdering silence with a vulgar, ferocious energy. One felt as if witnessing a deed of violence...
Page 257 - It was more like those myths, current in Polynesia, of amazing strangers, who arrive at an island, gods or demons, bringing good or evil to the innocence of the inhabitants — gifts of unknown things, words never heard before. Heyst noticed a cork helmet floating alongside the boat, evidently fallen from the head of the man doubled over the tiller, who displayed a dark, bony poll. An oar, too, had been knocked overboard, probably by the sprawling man, who was still struggling between the thwarts.
Page 239 - He moved uneasily, a little disappointed by her attitude, but indulgent to it, and feeling, in this moment of perfect quietness, that in holding her surrendered hand he had found a closer communion than they had ever achieved before. But even then there still lingered in him a sense of incompleteness not altogether overcome — which, it seemed, nothing ever would overcome — the fatal imperfection of all the gifts of life, which makes of them a delusion and a snare.
Page 75 - Where could he have gone to, after all these years? Not a single soul belonging to him lived anywhere on earth. Of this fact — not such a remote one, after all — he had only lately become aware; for it is failure that makes a man enter into himself and reckon up his resources. And though he had made up his mind to retire from the world in hermit fashion, yet he was irrationally moved by this sense of loneliness which had come to him in the hour of renunciation. It hurt him. Nothing is more painful...
Page 119 - He said these things, not for Mrs. Schomberg's information, but simply thinking aloud, and trying to work his fury up to a point where it would give him courage enough to face "plain Mr. Jones." "Impudent, overbearing, swindling sharper," he went on. "I have a good mind to " He was beside himself in his lurid, heavy, Teutonic manner, so unlike the picturesque, lively rage of the Latin races; and though his eyes strayed about irresolutely, yet his swollen, angry features awakened in the miserable...
Page 188 - 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 127 - Schomberg's argument was met by Mr. Jones's statement that one must do something to kill time. Killing time was not forbidden. For the rest, being in a communicative mood, Mr. Jones said languidly and in a voice indifferent, as if issuing from a tomb, that he depended on himself, as if the world were still one great, wild jungle without law. Martin was something like that, too — for reasons of his own. All these statements Ricardo confirmed by short, inhuman grins. Schomberg lowered his eyes, for...
Page 83 - It was not distinguished — that could not be expected — but the features had more fineness than those of any other feminine countenance he had ever had the opportunity to observe so closely. There was in it something indefinably audacious and infinitely miserable — because the temperament and the existence of that girl were reflected in it. But her voice! It seduced Heyst by its amazing quality. It was a voice fit to utter the most exquisite things, a voice which would have made silly chatter...
Page 103 - Three years of such companionship at that plastic and impressionable age were bound to leave in the boy a profound mistrust of life. The young man learned to reflect, which is a destructive process, a reckoning of the cost.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Victory: An Island Tale The sun-dial library |
| Author | Joseph Conrad |
| Publisher | Doubleday, Page, 1915 |
| ISBN | 0385093144, 9780385093149 |
| Length | 462 pages |
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