VictoryDoubleday, Page, 1921 |
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Page vii
... wonder which lurks still at the bottom of our old humanity . Victory was the last word I had written in peace time . It was the last literary thought which had occurred to me before the doors of the Temple of Janus flying open with a ...
... wonder which lurks still at the bottom of our old humanity . Victory was the last word I had written in peace time . It was the last literary thought which had occurred to me before the doors of the Temple of Janus flying open with a ...
Page xii
... wonder what the point was . I never saw him again because I believe he went straight on board a mail - boat which left within the hour for other ports of call in the direction of Aspinall . Mr. Jones ' characteristic insolence belongs ...
... wonder what the point was . I never saw him again because I believe he went straight on board a mail - boat which left within the hour for other ports of call in the direction of Aspinall . Mr. Jones ' characteristic insolence belongs ...
Page 25
... the direction of New Guinea or in the direction of Saigon- to cannibals or to cafés . The enchanted Heyst ! Had he at last broken the spell ? Had he died ? We were too indifferent to wonder over - much . You see VICTORY 25.
... the direction of New Guinea or in the direction of Saigon- to cannibals or to cafés . The enchanted Heyst ! Had he at last broken the spell ? Had he died ? We were too indifferent to wonder over - much . You see VICTORY 25.
Page 26
Joseph Conrad. too indifferent to wonder over - much . You see we had on the whole liked him well enough . And liking is not sufficient to keep going the interest one takes in a human being . With hatred , apparently , it is other- wise ...
Joseph Conrad. too indifferent to wonder over - much . You see we had on the whole liked him well enough . And liking is not sufficient to keep going the interest one takes in a human being . With hatred , apparently , it is other- wise ...
Page 40
... wonder of it , as trying to converse with a mechanism . A smile played about the fat features of Davidson ; the smile of a man making an amusing experiment . He spoke again to her : " But the other members of that orchestra were real ...
... wonder of it , as trying to converse with a mechanism . A smile played about the fat features of Davidson ; the smile of a man making an amusing experiment . He spoke again to her : " But the other members of that orchestra were real ...
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Popular passages
Page 410 - Ah, Davidson, woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love — and to put its trust in life...
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 199 - Funny position, wasn't it? The boredom came later, when we lived together on board his ship. I had, in a moment of inadvertence, created for myself a tie. How to define it precisely I don't know. One gets attached in a way to people one has done something for. But is that friendship? I am not sure what it was. I only know that he who forms a tie is lost. The germ of corruption has entered into his soul.
Page 94 - For every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.
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 219 - Of the stratagems of life the most cruel is the consolation of love — the most subtle, too; for the desire is the bed of dreams. He turned the pages of the little volume, "Storm and Dust," glancing here and there at the broken text of reflections, maxims, short phrases, enigmatical sometimes and sometimes eloquent.
Page 3 - Victory— that we all live in an "age in which we are camped like bewildered travellers in a garish, unrestful hotel...
Page 201 - And this was true. He was still under the fresh sortilege of their common life, the surprise of novelty, the flattered vanity of his possession of this woman; for a man must feel that, unless he has ceased to be masculine. Her eyes moved in his direction, rested on him, then returned to their stare into the deeper gloom at the foot of the straight tree-trunks, whose spreading crowns were slowly withdrawing their shade. The warm air stirred slightly about her motionless head. She would not look at...
Page 113 - 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.
Page 187 - Do you know what I was thinking of?" he asked. "No," she said. Her tone betrayed always a shade of anxiety, as though she were never certain how a conversation with him would end. She leaned on the guard-rail by his side. "No," she repeated. "What was it?" She waited. Then, rather with reluctance than shyness, she asked: "Were you thinking of me?" "I was wondering when you would come out," said Heyst, still without looking at the girl — to whom, after several experimental essays in combining detached...