I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more— the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort— to death... The Outlook - Stranica 3381898Potpun prikaz
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...and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort—to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the...every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires—and expires, too soon—before life itself.'" The speaker is Marlow, now no longer young;...