Category: Joseph Conrad

An Outpost of Progress

There were two white men in charge of the trading station. Kayerts, the chief, was short and fat; Carlier, the assistant, was tall, with a large head and a very broad trunk perched upon a long pair of thin legs. The third man on the staff was a Sierra Leone nigger, who maintained that his name was Henry Price.

The Warrior’s Soul

The old officer with long white moustaches gave rein to his indignation.

“Is it possible that you youngsters should have no more sense than that!
Some of you had better wipe the milk off your upper lip before you start
to pass judgment on the few poor stragglers of a generation which has
done and suffered not a little in its time.”

The Return

The inner circle train from the City rushed impetuously out of a black hole and pulled up with a discordant, grinding racket in the smirched twilight of a West-End station. A line of doors flew open and a lot of men stepped out headlong.

The Secret Sharer

On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if abandoned forever by some nomad tribe of fishermen now gone to the other end of the ocean;

Prince Roman

Events which happened seventy years ago are perhaps rather too far off to be dragged aptly into a mere conversation. Of course the year 1831 is for us an historical date, one of these fatal years when in the presence of the world’s passive indignation and eloquent sympathies we had once more to murmur…

The Black Mate

A good many years ago there were several ships loading at the Jetty,
London Dock. I am speaking here of the ‘eighties of the last century, of
the time when London had plenty of fine ships in the docks, though not
so many fine buildings in its streets.A good many years ago there were several ships loading at the Jetty,
London Dock. I am speaking here of the ‘eighties of the last century, of
the time when London had plenty of fine ships in the docks, though not
so many fine buildings in its streets.

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