The Collected Works of Joseph Conrad: Novels, Short Stories, Letters & Memoirs. Джозеф Конрад. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Джозеф Конрад
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       The Black Mate

       Within the Tides Tales

       The Planter of Malata

       The Partner

       The Inn of the Two Witches

       Because of the Dollars

       Play

       One Day More: A Play in One Act

       Memoirs, Letters and Articles

       A Personal Record; or Some Reminiscences

       The Mirror of the Sea

       Notes on My Books

       Notes On Life And Letters

       Autocracy And War

       The Crime Of Partition

       A Note On The Polish Problem

       Poland Revisited

       First News

       Well Done

       Tradition

       Confidence

       Flight

       Some Reflections On The Loss Of The Titanic

       Certain Aspects Of The Admirable Inquiry Into The Loss Of The Titanic

       Protection Of Ocean Liners

       A Friendly Place

       On Red Badge of Courage

       Biography & Critical Essays

       Joseph Conrad (A Biography) by Hugh Walpole

       Joseph Conrad by John Albert Macy

       A Conrad Miscellany by John Albert Macy

       Joseph Conrad & The Athenæum by Arnold Bennett

       Joseph Conrad by Virginia Woolf

      NOVELS

       Table of Contents

      ALMAYER’S FOLLY:

       A STORY OF AN EASTERN RIVER

       Table of Contents

      Qui de nous n’a eu sa terre promise, son jour d’extase et sa fin en exil?—Amiel.

      To the memory of T. B.

       CHAPTER I.

       CHAPTER II.

       CHAPTER III.

       CHAPTER IV.

       CHAPTER V.

       CHAPTER VI.

       CHAPTER VII.

       CHAPTER VIII.

       CHAPTER IX.

       CHAPTER X.

       CHAPTER XI.

       CHAPTER XII.

      CHAPTER I.

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      “Kaspar! Makan!”

      The well-known shrill voice startled Almayer from his dream of splendid future into the unpleasant realities of the present hour. An unpleasant voice too. He had heard it for many years, and with every year he liked it less. No matter; there would be an end to all this soon.

      He shuffled uneasily, but took no further notice of the call. Leaning with both his elbows on the balustrade of the verandah, he went on looking fixedly at the great river that flowed—indifferent and hurried—before his eyes. He liked to look at it about the time of sunset; perhaps because at that time the sinking sun would spread a glowing gold tinge on the waters of the Pantai, and Almayer’s thoughts were often busy with gold; gold he had failed to secure; gold the others had secured—dishonestly, of course—or