Title: Heart of Darknes Author: Joseph Conrad  Subjects: Fiction; Imperialism; Psychological; Classic; The Novel is about a voy...

Harbour Story Ever since the sun rose I had been looking ahead. The ship glided gently in smooth water. After a sixty days' ...

A Desperate Tale That year I spent the best two months of the dry season on one of the estates--in fact, on the principal cattle...

A Pathetic Tale "Vedi Napoli e poi mori." The first time we got into conversation was in the National Museum in Na...

The old officer with long white moustaches gave rein to his indignation. "Is it possible that you youngsters should have no m...

"Events which happened seventy years ago are perhaps rather too far off to be dragged aptly into a mere conversation. Of course...

Outside the large single window the crepuscular light was dying out slowly in a great square gleam without colour, framed rigidly in...

A good many years ago there were several ships loading at the Jetty, London Dock. I am speaking here of the 'eighties of the las...

What was known of Captain Hagberd in the little seaport of Colebrook was not exactly in his favour. He did not belong to the place. ...

CHAPTER I One day--and that day was many years ago now--I received a long, chatty letter from one of my old chums and fellow...

A Military Tale I Napoleon I., whose career had the quality of a duel against the whole of Europe, disliked duelling between...

An Ironic Tale Mr. X came to me, preceded by a letter of introduction from a good friend of mine in Paris, specifically to see...

Several of us, all more or less connected with the sea, were dining in a small river-hostelry not more than thirty miles from London...

THIS could have occurred nowhere but in England, where men and sea interpenetrate, so to speak--the sea entering into the life of most...

I On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged bamboo fences, incomprehens...

Kennedy is a country doctor, and lives in Colebrook, on the shores of Eastbay. The high ground rising abruptly behind the red roofs of...

The inner circle train from the City rushed impetuously out of a black hole and pulled up with a discordant, grinding racket in the sm...

I There were two white men in charge of the trading station. Kayerts, the chief, was short and fat; Carlier, the assistant, was ta...

The white man, leaning with both arms over the roof of the little house in the stern of the boat, said to the steersman-- "We...

I We knew him in those unprotected days when we were content to hold in our hands our lives and our property. None of us, I believ...