Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 339 páginas |
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... dead these twenty years or more , and his name don't matter . She had been laid up in Shadwell basin for ever so long . You may imagine her state . She was all rust , dust , grime - soot aloft , dirt on deck . To me it was like coming ...
... dead these twenty years or more , and his name don't matter . She had been laid up in Shadwell basin for ever so long . You may imagine her state . She was all rust , dust , grime - soot aloft , dirt on deck . To me it was like coming ...
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... dead and Mrs. Beard is dead , and youth , strength , genius , thoughts , achievements , simple hearts - all die . No matter . " They loaded us at last . We shipped a crew . Eight able seamen and two boys . We hauled off one evening to ...
... dead and Mrs. Beard is dead , and youth , strength , genius , thoughts , achievements , simple hearts - all die . No matter . " They loaded us at last . We shipped a crew . Eight able seamen and two boys . We hauled off one evening to ...
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... nothing but angry clouds and an infuriated sea . We pumped watch and watch , for dear life ; and it seemed to last for months , for years , for all eternity , as though we had been dead and gone to a hell for sailors YOUTH 11.
... nothing but angry clouds and an infuriated sea . We pumped watch and watch , for dear life ; and it seemed to last for months , for years , for all eternity , as though we had been dead and gone to a hell for sailors YOUTH 11.
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... dead you have loved . I shall never forget her . bottle . • Pass the ' One night when tied to the mast , as I explained , we were pumping on , deafened with the wind , and with- out spirit enough in us to wish ourselves dead , a heavy ...
... dead you have loved . I shall never forget her . bottle . • Pass the ' One night when tied to the mast , as I explained , we were pumping on , deafened with the wind , and with- out spirit enough in us to wish ourselves dead , a heavy ...
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... dead - I am falling into the after - hatch - I see fire in it . ' “ The coal - dust suspended in the air of the hold had glowed dull - red at the moment of the explosion . In the twinkling of an eye , in an infinitesimal fraction of a ...
... dead - I am falling into the after - hatch - I see fire in it . ' “ The coal - dust suspended in the air of the hold had glowed dull - red at the moment of the explosion . In the twinkling of an eye , in an infinitesimal fraction of a ...
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Página 96 - It was unearthly, and the men were — No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it — this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity — like yours — the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar.
Página 118 - He began with the argument that we whites, from the point of development we had arrived at, 'must necessarily appear to them [savages] in the nature of supernatural beings - we approach them with the might as of a deity,' and so on, and so on. 'By the simple exercise of our will we can exert a power for good practically unbounded,
Página 114 - ... the gift of expression, the bewildering, the illuminating, the most exalted and the most contemptible, the pulsating stream of light, or the deceitful flow from the heart of an impenetrable darkness.
Página 64 - Six black men advanced in a file, toiling up the path. They walked erect and slow, balancing small baskets full of earth on their heads, and the clink kept time with their footsteps. Black rags were wound round their loins, and the short ends behind waggled to and fro like tails. I could see every rib, the joints of their limbs were like knots in a rope; each had an iron collar on his neck, and all were connected together with a chain whose bights swung between them, rhythmically clinking. Another...
Página 150 - If such is the form of ultimate wisdom, then life is a greater riddle than some of us think it to be. I was within a hair's breadth of the last opportunity for pronouncement, and I found with humiliation that probably I would have nothing to say.
Página 116 - You can't understand. How could you? — with solid pavement under your feet, surrounded by kind neighbours ready to cheer you or to fall on you, stepping delicately between the butcher and the policeman, in the holy terror of scandal and gallows and lunatic asylums...
Página 4 - You fellows know there are those voyages that seem ordered for the illustration of life, that might stand for a symbol of existence. You fight, work, sweat, nearly kill yourself, sometimes do kill yourself, trying to accomplish something— and you can't. Not from any fault of yours. You simply can do nothing, neither great nor little— not a thing in the world— not even marry an old maid, or get a wretched 6oo-ton cargo of coal to its port of destination.
Página 39 - English. The man up there raged aloud in two languages, and with a sincerity in his fury that almost convinced me I had, in some way, sinned against the harmony of the universe. I could hardly see him, but began to think he would work himself into a fit. 'Suddenly he ceased, and I could hear him snorting and blowing like a porpoise. I said ' "What steamer is this, pray?" ' "Eh? What's this? And who are you?" ' "Castaway crew of an English barque burnt at sea. We came here tonight. I am the second...
Página 37 - ... ice, shimmering in the dark. A red light burns far off upon the gloom of the land, and the night is soft and warm. We drag at the oars with aching arms, and suddenly a puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange...
Página 119 - Well, don't you see, he had done something, he had steered; for months I had him at my back — a help — an instrument. It was a kind of partnership. He steered for me — I had to look after him, I worried about his deficiencies, and thus a subtle bond had been created, of which I only became aware when it was suddenly broken.