Лорд Джим

Chapter 7

           Theshipofiron,themenwithwhitefaces,allthesights,allthesounds,everythingonboardtothatignorantandpiousmultitudewasstrangealike,andastrustworthyasitwouldforeverremainincomprehensible.Itoccurredtohimthatthefactwasfortunate.Theideaofitwassimplyterrible.

           ‘Youmustrememberhebelieved,asanyothermanwouldhavedoneinhisplace,thattheshipwouldgodownatanymoment;thebulging,rust-eatenplatesthatkeptbacktheocean,fatallymustgiveway,allatoncelikeanundermineddam,andletinasuddenandoverwhelmingflood.Hestoodstilllookingattheserecumbentbodies,adoomedmanawareofhisfate,surveyingthesilentcompanyofthedead.Theyweredead!Nothingcouldsavethem!Therewereboatsenoughforhalfofthemperhaps,buttherewasnotime.Notime!Notime!Itdidnotseemworthwhiletoopenhislips,tostirhandorfoot.Beforehecouldshoutthreewords,ormakethreesteps,hewouldbeflounderinginaseawhitenedawfullybythedesperatestrugglesofhumanbeings,clamorouswiththedistressofcriesforhelp.Therewasnohelp.Heimaginedwhatwouldhappenperfectly;hewentthroughitallmotionlessbythehatchwaywiththelampinhishandhewentthroughittotheverylastharrowingdetail.Ithinkhewentthroughitagainwhilehewastellingmethesethingshecouldnottellthecourt.

           ‘“IsawasclearlyasIseeyounowthattherewasnothingIcoulddo.Itseemedtotakealllifeoutofmylimbs.

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