bookmate game
en
Free
Joseph Conrad

The Nigger Of The "Narcissus"

  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest
  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    does not matter. The sea and the earth are unfaithful to their children: a truth, a faith, a generation of men goes—and is forgotten, and it does not matter! Except, perhaps, to the few of those who believed the truth, confessed the faith—or loved the men.
  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    their hearts the sentimental voices that bewailed the hardness of their fate. It was a fate unique and their own; the capacity to bear it appeared to them the privilege of the chosen! Their generation lived inarticulate and, indispensable, without knowing the sweetness of affections or the refuge of a home—and died free from the dark menace of a narrow grave. They were the everlasting children of the mysterious sea. Their successors are the grown-up children of a discontented earth. They are less naughty, but less innocent; less profane, but perhaps also less believing; and if they have learned how to speak they have also learned how to whine. But the others were strong and mute; they were effaced, bowed and enduring, like stone caryatides that hold up in the night the lighted halls of a resplendent and glorious edifice. They are gone now—and it
  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    ever unthinking; a ready man with a vast empty past and with no future, with his childlike impulses and his man's passions already dead within his tattooed breast. The men who could understand his silence were gone—those men who knew how to exist beyond the pale of life and within sight of eternity. They had been strong, as those are strong who know neither doubts nor hopes. They had been impatient and enduring, turbulent and devoted, unruly and faithful. Well-meaning people had tried to represent those men as whining over every mouthful of their food; as going about their work in fear of their lives. But in truth they had been men who knew toil, privation, violence, debauchery—but knew not fear, and had no desire of spite in their hearts. Men hard to manage, but easy to inspire; voiceless men—but men enough to scorn in
  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    Singleton stood at the door with his face to the light and his back to the darkness. And alone in the dim emptiness of the sleeping forecastle he appeared bigger, colossal, very old; old as Father Time himself, who should have come there into this place as quiet as a sepulchre to contemplate with patient eyes the short victory of sleep, the consoler. Yet he was only a child of time, a lonely relic of a devoured and forgotten generation. He stood, still strong,
  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    He held his head up in the glare of the lamp—a head vigorously modelled into deep shadows and shining lights—a head powerful and misshapen with a tormented and flattened face—a face pathetic and brutal: the tragic, the mysterious, the repulsive mask of a nigger's
  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    The man who can't do most things and won't do the rest. The pet of philanthropists and self-seeking landlubbers. The sympathetic and deserving creature that knows all about his rights, but knows nothing of courage, of en
  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    an ominous survival testifying to the eternal fitness of lies and impudence? A
  • Marina Fishbeinцитирует6 лет назад
    know of life, the only thing they see of surrounding land—those life-long prisoners of the sea? Mystery!
  • Bram Van Langenцитирует2 месяца назад
    these niggers like this one—you don't know where it comes from. Got nobody. No use to nobody. Who will miss him?"—
fb2epub
Перетащите файлы сюда, не более 5 за один раз