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Joseph Conrad

Victory: An Island Tale

    Heine Melkevikцитує4 роки тому
    She was no longer alone in the world now. She resisted without a moment of faltering, because she was no longer deprived of moral support; because she was a human being who counted; because she was no longer defending herself for herself alone; because of the faith that had been born in her—the faith in the man of her destiny, and perhaps in the Heaven which had sent him so wonderfully to cross her path.
    Heine Melkevikцитує4 роки тому
    "I have been thinking that it is just as well you had no light. But wasn't it dull for you to sit in the dark?"
    "I don't need a light to think of you."
    Heine Melkevikцитує4 роки тому
    "Where? What do you mean? Boat adrift in the straits?"
    Some subtle change in Wang's bearing suggested his being out of breath; but he did not pant, and his voice was steady.
    Heine Melkevikцитує4 роки тому
    That girl, seated in her chair in graceful quietude, was to him like a script in an unknown language, or even more simply mysterious, like any writing to the illiterate.
    Heine Melkevikцитує4 роки тому
    "To slay, to love—the greatest enterprises of life upon a man! And I have no experience of either. You must forgive me anything that may have appeared to you awkward in my behaviour, inexpressive in my speeches, untimely in my silences."
    Heine Melkevikцитує5 років тому
    He wasn't capable of murder. He was certain of that. And, remembering suddenly the plain speeches of Mr. Jones, he would think: "I suppose I am too tame for that"—quite unaware that he had murdered the poor woman morally years ago. He was too unintelligent to have the notion of such a crime.
    Heine Melkevikцитує5 років тому
    A great loneliness oppressed him. One after another he would extinguish the lamps, and move softly towards his bedroom, where Mrs. Schomberg waited for him—no fit companion for a man of his ability and "in the prime of life." But that life, alas, was blighted. He felt it; and never with such force as when on opening the door he perceived that woman sitting patiently in a chair, her toes peeping out under the edge of her night-dress, an amazingly small amount of hair on her head drooping on the long stalk of scraggy neck, with that everlasting scared grin showing a blue tooth and meaning nothing—not even real fear.
    Heine Melkevikцитує5 років тому
    One could not refuse him a measure of greatness, for he was unhappy in a way unknown to mediocre souls.
    Heine Melkevikцитує5 років тому
    "If you had not smiled as you did, perhaps I should not have come out here tonight," he said, with his playful earnestness of tone. "It was your triumph."
    Heine Melkevikцитує5 років тому
    It was a compassionate lie, if there ever was one.
    Artem Shevoldaevцитує5 років тому
    The vision of a world destroyed," he mused aloud. "Would you be sorry for it?"
    Artem Shevoldaevцитує5 років тому
    hate, which, like love, has an eloquence of its own.
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