The Inheritors

ta muallif kitobidan iqtiboslar  The Inheritors
Joseph Conrad, Ford M. Ford

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I stand for the Inevitable, for the future that goes on its way; you for the past that lies by the roadside.
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Татьяна Л.
Татьяна Л.iqtibos olmoqda8 oy oldin
She had no expression in her voice, in her eyes.
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Татьяна Л.
Татьяна Л.iqtibos olmoqda8 oy oldin
They had no joy, these people who were to supersede us; their clear-sightedness did nothing more for them than just that enabling them to spread desolation among us and take our places.
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Татьяна Л.
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what have you been plotting and plotting for, if not to enjoy your life at the last?
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Татьяна Л.
Татьяна Л.iqtibos olmoqda8 oy oldin
He had had a different tone in triumph; he was different now, in his despair.
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Татьяна Л.
Татьяна Л.iqtibos olmoqda8 oy oldin
She had upon me the effect of an incredible stimulant; away from her I was like a drunkard cut off from his liquor; an opium-taker from his drug. I hardly existed; I hardly thought.
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Татьяна Л.
Татьяна Л.iqtibos olmoqda8 oy oldin
She seemed so part of my being, was for me so little more than an intellectual force, so little of a physical personality, that I cannot remember where my eyes lost sight of her.
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Татьяна Л.
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“Don’t you see ...” she asked again, “you are the past—the passing. We could never meet. You are ... for me ... only the portrait of a man—of a man who has been dead—oh, a long time; and I, for you, only a possibility ... a conception… You work to bring me on—to make me possible.”
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I could not speak to her; to this new conception of her, in the way I had planned; in the way one would talk to a brilliant, limpid—oh, to a woman of sorts.
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Ирина Осипенко
Ирина Осипенкоiqtibos olmoqda8 oy oldin
Filtering down through the great blue of the sky came the thrilling of innumerable skylarks. And I was listening to a parody of a scientific work recited by a phonograph.
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