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pier 40. on a cloudy day in july

In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness. The air was dark above Gravesend, and farther back still seemed condensed into a mournful gloom, brooding motionless over the biggest, and the greatest, town on earth.

_Joseph Conrad, "Heart of Darkness"


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monologue Tuesday, July 27, 2010 pier 40. on a cloudy day in july In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness. The air was dark above Gravesend, and farther back still seemed condensed into a mournful gloom, brooding motionless over the biggest, and the greatest, town on earth. _Joseph Conrad, "Heart of Darkness" [Archives] January 2005 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 October 2010 December 2010 March 2011 October 2011 November 2011 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012
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