Heart of Darkness and Other Tales (Oxford World's Classics)

En Séverine, une triste stupeur se faisait jour, parce qu'elle savait avoir toute puissance sur Pierre et que malgré cela elle n'était point parvenue à se faire ouvrir davantage une âme qui lui appartenait. Cette âme, sans le vouloir, se refusait à elle, comme sa chair se refusait à lui.

High spurts the fountain; fierce and foamy the wild jet. The urge has but a single outlet. My love, my baby. No wonder those poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miserable.

When, later, it became clear to the leaders that there was no means of return to inner space and that the laws of outer space were of another kind to those which clearly govern the routine of inner space, there was panic at first, then apathy, which, between bouts of desperation, spread its frozen insensitivity, its cold doldrum world of lifelessne