Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of the waterway ran on, deserted, into the gloom of overshadowed distances.
Joseph ConradThere is death in the folds of her skirt and blood about her feet. She is for no man.
Joseph ConradMots clés french-revolution reign-of-terror the-rover
And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from glowing white changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men.
Joseph ConradWir gehen mit Worten Kompromisse ein. Es hilft uns auch nicht weiter.Es ist wie ein Wald in dem niemand den Weg kennt. Man ist verloren, während man noch ruft: "Ich bin gerettet".
Joseph ConradIn the destructive element immerse.
Joseph ConradI have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced
Joseph ConradThe Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide.
Joseph Conrad...for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself...
Joseph ConradMots clés joseph-conrad heart-of-darkness hod
The mysteries of a universe made of drops of fire and clods of mud do not concern us in the least. The fate of humanity condemned ultimately to perish from cold is not worth troubling about. If you take it to heart it becomes an unendurable tragedy. If you believe in improvement you must weep, for the attained perfection must end in cold, darkness and silence. In a dispassionate view the ardour for reform, improvement for virtue, and knowledge, and even for beauty is only a vain sticking up for appearances as though one were anxious about the cut of one’s clothes in a community of blind men.
Joseph ConradMots clés life human-nature
And we all nodded at him: the man of finance, the man of accounts, the man of law, we all nodded at him over the polished table that like a still sheet of brown water reflected our faces, lined, wrinkled; our faces marked by toil, by deceptions, by success, by love; our weary eyes looking still, looking always, looking anxiously for something out of life, that while it is expected is already gone – has passed unseen, in a sigh, in a flash – together with the youth, with the strength, with the romance of illusions.
Joseph ConradMots clés ephemeral
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