Typhoon

Joseph Conrad

I The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Joseph Conrad

I The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Joseph Conrad

I On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy ...

Joseph Conrad

CHAPTER 1 He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which mad...

Robert Louis Stevenson

STORY OF THE DOOR Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty,...

Henrik Ibsen

DRAMATIS PERSONAE Torvald Helmer.

Lewis Carroll

CHAPTER I. Down the Rabbit-Hole Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was r...

Charles Dickens

PREFACE I HAVE endeavoured in this Ghostly little book, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me.