Joseph Conrad: The Complete Works of Joseph Conrad: Novels, Short Stories, Memoirs, Essays & Letters

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Novels NOVELS Table of Contents

Almayer’s Folly: A Story of an Eastern River 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.

An Outcast of the Islands AN OUTCAST OF THE ISLANDS Table of Contents Pues el delito mayor Del hombre es haber nacito CALDERON

The Nigger of the ‘Narcissus’: A Tale of the Forecastle THE NIGGER OF THE ‘NARCISSUS’: A TALE OF THE FORECASTLE Table of Contents

Heart of Darkness HEART OF DARKNESS Table of Contents

Lord Jim LORD JIM Table of Contents

The Inheritors: An Extravagant Story (with Ford Madox Ford)

Typhoon & Falk: A Reminiscence

The End of the Tether

Romance (with Ford Madox Ford)

Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard

The Secret Agent: A Simple Tale

The Nature of a Crime (with Ford Madox Ford)

Under Western Eyes

Chance: A Tale in Two Parts

Victory: An Island Tale

The Shadow Line: A Confession

The Arrow of Gold: A Story Between Two Notes

The Rescue: A Romance

The Rover

Suspense: A Napoleonic Novel

Short Stories

Point of Honor: A Military Tale

Falk: A Reminiscence

Amy Foster

To-morrow

Tales of Unrest

Author’s Note

Karain, A Memory

The Idiots

The Outpost of Progress

The Return

The Lagoon

Youth: A Narrative, and Two Other Stories

Author’s Note

Youth: A Narrative

Heart of Darkness

The End of the Tether

'Twixt Land and Sea

A Smile of Fortune

The Secret Sharer

Freya of the Seven Isles

A Set of Six

Author’s Note

Gaspar Ruiz

The Informer

The Brute: The Tale of a Bloodthirsty Brig; or A Indignant Tale

An Anarchist

The Duel

Il Conde

Tales of Hearsay

The Warrior's Soul

Prince Roman

The Tale

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

Collected Letters (1895-1924)

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, A Personal Remembrance by Ford Madox Ford

The Making of an Author by Robert Lynd

Tales of Mystery by Robert Lynd

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

Table of Contents

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.

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER IV.

CHAPTER V.

CHAPTER VI.

CHAPTER VII.

CHAPTER VIII.

CHAPTER IX.

CHAPTER X.

CHAPTER XI.

CHAPTER XII.

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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 gold he meant to secure yet, through his own honest exertions, for himself and Nina. He absorbed himself in his dream of wealth and power away from this coast where he had dwelt for so many years, forgetting the bitterness of toil and strife in the vision of a great and splendid reward. They would live in Europe, he and his daughter. They would be rich and respected. Nobody would think of her mixed blood in the presence of her great beauty and of his immense wealth. Witnessing her triumphs he would grow young again, he would forget the twenty-five years of heart-breaking struggle on this coast where he felt like a prisoner. All this was nearly within his reach. Let only Dain return! And return soon he must—in his own interest, for his own share. He was now more than a week late! Perhaps he would return to-night. Such were Almayer’s thoughts as, standing on the verandah of his new but already decaying house—that last failure of his life—he looked on the broad river. There was no tinge of gold on it this evening, for it had been swollen by the rains, and rolled an angry and muddy flood under his inattentive eyes, carrying small drift-wood and big dead logs, and whole uprooted trees with branches and foliage, amongst which the water swirled and roared angrily.

One of those drifting trees grounded on the shelving shore, just by the house, and Almayer, neglecting his dream, watched it with languid interest. The tree swung slowly round, amid the hiss and foam of the water, and soon getting free of the obstruction began to move down stream again, rolling slowly over, raising upwards a long, denuded branch, like a hand lifted in mute appeal to heaven against the river’s brutal and unnecessary violence. Almayer’s interest in the fate of that tree increased rapidly. He leaned over to see if it would clear the low point below. It did; then he drew back, thinking that now its course was free down to the sea, and he envied the lot of that inanimate thing now growing small and indistinct in the deepening darkness. As he lost sight of it altogether he began to wonder how far out to sea it would drift. Would the current carry it north or south? South, probably, till it drifted in sight of Celebes, as far as Macassar, perhaps!