Comments by pikachu

  • cheesy/campy

    April 4, 2011

  • Droll thing life is--that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose.

    -Heart of Darkness, Conrad

    March 20, 2011

  • 'Oh, but I will wring your heart yet!' he cried at the invisible darkness.

    -Heart of Darkness, Conrad

    March 20, 2011

  • The long reaches that were like one and the same reach, monotonous bends that were exactly alike, slipped past the steamer with their multitude of secular trees looking patiently after this grimy fragment of another world, the forerunner of change, of conquest, of trade, of massacres, of blessings.

    -Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad

    March 20, 2011

  • The long reaches that were like one and the same reach, monotonous bends that were exactly alike, slipped past the steamer with their multitude of secular trees looking patiently after this grimy fragment of another world, the forerunner of change, of conquest, of trade, of massacres, of blessings.

    -Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad

    March 20, 2011

  • There was an eddy in the mass of human bodies, and the woman with the helmeted head and tawny cheeks rushed out to the very brink of the stream.

    -Heart of Darkness, Conrad

    March 20, 2011

  • And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.

    -Heart of Darkness (Conrad)

    March 19, 2011

  • And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.

    -Heart of Darkness (Conrad)

    March 19, 2011

  • He was not afraid of the natives; they would not stir till Mr. Kurtz gave the word. His ascendancy was extraordinary.

    -Heart of Darkness (Conrad)

    March 19, 2011

  • ...colorful binding around his jacket, scarlet edging at the bottom of his trousers; and the sunshine made him look extremely gay and neat withal, because you could see how beautifully all this patching had been done.

    -Heart of Darkness (Conrad)

    March 19, 2011

  • I threw my head back to a glinting whizz that traversed the pilot house, in at one shutter-hole and out at the other.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 19, 2011

  • No fear can stand up to hunger, no patience can wear it out, disgust simply does not exist where hunger is; and as to superstition, beliefs, and what you may call principles, they are less than chaff in a breeze.

    -Heart of Darkness (Conrad)

    March 19, 2011

  • ...but still more astounding were the notes penciled in the margin, and plainly referring to the text. I couldn't believe my eyes! They were in cipher! Yes, it looked like cipher. Fancy a man lugging with him a book of that description into this nowhere and studying it--and making notes--in cipher at that!

    --Heart of Darkness (Conrad)

    March 19, 2011

  • ...and the wool of his pate shaved into queer patterns...

    -Heart of Darknesss (Conrad)

    March 19, 2011

  • The mind of a man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth, truth stripped of its cloak of time.

    -Heart of Darkness (Conrad)

    March 19, 2011

  • Bam to behold, a public bulletin board, built of both brilliance and barbarity by bastards with boners. This bastion, no mere bulwark of boredom, is a brutal barrage of blistering bullshit, barely benevolent... but behind the bigotry and boobs, beyond the bitter broadcasts of bragging buffoons: here be the body politic. A brotherhood of blasphemy, blessed with more balls than brains, battling the bland, the bogus, the benign. Bedlam? Bring it on. But I babble... better to be brief.

    You may call me /b/.

    March 18, 2011

  • Bam to behold, a public bulletin board, built of both brilliance and barbarity by bastards with boners. This bastion, no mere bulwark of boredom, is a brutal barrage of blistering bullshit, barely benevolent... but behind the bigotry and boobs, beyond the bitter broadcasts of bragging buffoons: here be the body politic. A brotherhood of blasphemy, blessed with more balls than brains, battling the bland, the bogus, the benign. Bedlam? Bring it on. But I babble... better to be brief.

    You may call me /b/.

    March 18, 2011

  • The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return.

    -Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad)

    March 9, 2011

  • Trees, trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high; and at their foot, hugging the bank against the stream, crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle crawling on the floor of a lofty portico.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • Trees, trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high; and at their foot, hugging the bank against the stream, crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle crawling on the floor of a lofty portico.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • Trees, trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high; and at their foot, hugging the bank against the stream, crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle crawling on the floor of a lofty portico.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • You could see these two roaming about all day long with their heads close together in an everlasting confab. --Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad)

    March 9, 2011

  • Their talk, however, was the talk of sordid buccaneers; it as reckless without hardihood, greedy without audacity, and cruel without courage... --Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad)

    March 9, 2011

  • Their talk, however, was the talk of sordid buccaneers; it as reckless without hardihood, greedy without audacity, and cruel without courage... --Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad)

    March 9, 2011

  • A deadened burst of mighty splashes and snorts reached us from afar, as though an ichthyosaurus had been taking a bath of glitter in the great river. --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • The great wall of vegetation, an exuberant and entangled mass of trunks, branches, leaves, boughs, festoons, motionless in the moonlight, was like a rioting invasion of soundless life, a rolling wave of plants, piled up, crested, ready to topple over the creek, to sweep every little man of us out of his little existence.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • The great wall of vegetation, an exuberant and entangled mass of trunks, branches, leaves, boughs, festoons, motionless in the moonlight, was like a rioting invasion of soundless life, a rolling wave of plants, piled up, crested, ready to topple over the creek, to sweep every little man of us out of his little existence.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • His aspect was worried, and his head was as bald as the palm of my hand; but his hair in falling seemed to have stuck to his chin, and had prospered in the new locality, for his beard hung down to his waist.

    -Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad)

    March 9, 2011

  • He was becoming confidential now, but I fancy my unresponsive attitude must have exasperated him at last, for he judged it necessary to inform me that he feared neither God nor devil, let alone any mere man.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • What I really wanted was rivets, by heaven! Rivets. To get on with the work--to stop the hole. Rivets I wanted. There were cases of them down at the coast--cases--piled up--burst--split! You kicked a loose rivet at every second step in that station yard on the hillside. Rivets had rolled into the grove of death. You could fill your pockets with rivets for the trouble of stooping down--and there wasn't one rivet to be found where it was wanted.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • "No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence." --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • glad to hear it

    March 9, 2011

  • It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream--making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a certain taint in death, a flavor of mortality in lies--which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world--what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten will do. Temperament, I suppose. --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • The smell of mud, of primeval mud, by Jove! was in my nostrils, the high stillness of the primeval forest was before my eyes.

    --Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • He talked precipitately, and I did not try to stop him. --Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad)

    March 9, 2011

  • "I let him run on, this papier-mache Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe." --Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad

    March 9, 2011

  • "When he went home on leave he rioted on a large scale -- pompously. Jack ashore -- with a difference -- in externals only." (Heart Of Darkness by Joseph Conrad)

    March 6, 2011

  • "Because triumphant health in the general rout of constitutions is a kind of power in itself." --Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

    March 6, 2011

  • "Often far away there I thought of these two, guarding the door of darkness, knitting black wool as for a warm pall..." --Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

    March 5, 2011

  • "There was a vast amount of red--good to see at any time, because one knows that some real work is done in there, a deuce of a lot of blue, a little green, smears of orange..." --Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

    March 5, 2011

  • "The slim one got up and walked straight at me--still knitting with downcast eyes--and only just as I began to think of getting out of her way, as you would for a somnabulist, stood still, and looked up." --Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

    March 5, 2011

  • someone who engages in sleepwalking (somnabulism)

    March 5, 2011

  • "But these chaps were not much account, really. They were no colonists; their administration was merely a squeeze, and nothing more, I suspect. They were conquerors..." --Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

    Definition #8 under the Wordnet tab i think...

    March 5, 2011

  • Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga--perhaps too much dice, you know--coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes. -- Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

    Assuming this is #5 on the American Heritage Dictionary definition...

    March 5, 2011

  • Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga--perhaps too much dice, you know--coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes. -- Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

    March 5, 2011

  • The strong young men who pulled these rickshaws were called 'Jhampanies'

    http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090111/dplus1.htm

    March 3, 2011

  • vvvvvvvvvvvvvv that.

    February 27, 2011

  • see slut lamp

    February 27, 2011

  • "Oil for their little slutlamp to light the long gray dusks, the long gray dawns." --The Road by Cormac McCarthy

    http://books.google.com/books?id=PmvSk13sIc0C&pg=PA112&lpg=PA112&dq=%22slut+lamp%22&source=web&ots=gsMdzFy8dK&sig=WxXzdN-m_If_2wFgB4DGJcroV18#v=onepage&q=%22slut%20lamp%22&f=false

    proof of definition

    February 27, 2011

  • i agree with isoglossian! that's why i looked it up at least.

    February 23, 2011