 | Ursula Lord - 1998 - 382 стор.
...heads on the stakes" (96). In the meantime Marlow listens to the inarticulate tale of the harlequin "not so much told as suggested to me in desolate exclamations,...interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs" (96). Only a portion of Marlow's tale is primary information, and his entire "yarn" is filtered through... | |
 | Joseph Conrad - 2010 - 132 стор.
...ruined house on the hill - made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing... | |
 | Joseph Conrad - 2002 - 280 стор.
...ruined house on the hill— made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing... | |
 | John P. Anderson - 2005 - 180 стор.
...of Kurtz symbolically and indirectly: There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...of patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. Recently Kurtz The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down... | |
 | Carola M. Kaplan, Peter Lancelot Mallios, Andrea White - 2005 - 358 стор.
...amazing reality of its concealed life What was in there? — The woods were unmoved, like a mask . . . they looked with their air of hidden knowledge, of...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence The long reaches that were like one and the same reach . . . slipped past the steamer with their multitude... | |
 | Joseph Conrad - 2006 - 222 стор.
...ruined house on the hill - made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing... | |
 | Joseph Conrad - 1928 - 352 стор.
...house on the hill — made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come dorm to the river, bringing... | |
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There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate exclamations, completed by shrugs, in interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs. 
