The Inheritors, by Joseph Conrad and F.M. Hueffer Volume 5

The Inheritors, by Joseph Conrad and F.M. Hueffer Volume 5

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...lay and tossed, lit my candle and read, and so on, forever and ever--for an eternity. I was confoundedly excited; there were a hundred things to be thought about; clamouring to be thought about; out-clamouring the recurrent chimes of some near clock. I began to read the article by Radet in the Revue Rouge--the one I had bought of the old woman in the kiosque. It upset me a good deal--that article. It gave away the whole Greenland show so completely that the ecstatic bosh I had just despatched to the Hour seemed impossible. I suppose the good Radet had his axe to grind--just as I had had to grind the State Founder's, but Radet's axe didn't show. I was reading about an inland valley, a broad, shadowy, gray thing; immensely broad, immensely shadowy, winding away between immense, half-invisible mountains into the silence of an unknown country. A little band of men, microscopic figures in that immensity, in those mists, crept slowly up it. A man among them was speaking; I seemed to hear his voice, low, monotonous, overpowered by the wan light and the silence and the vastness. And how well it was done--how the man could write; how skilfully he made his points. There was no slosh about it, no sentiment. The touch was light, in places even gay. He saw so well the romance of that dun band that had cast remorse behind; that had no return, no future, that spread desolation desolately. This was merely a review article--a thing that in England would have been unreadable; the narrative of a nomad of some genius. I could never have written like that--I should have spoilt it somehow. It set me tingling with desire, with the desire that transcends the sexual; the desire for the fine phrase, for the right word--for all the other intangibles. And I had been wasting...
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  • Paperback | 60 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236665287
  • 9781236665287