Almayers Folly: A Story Of An Eastern River Joseph Conrad Author
                        
                     
                                            
                            
                                                                by Joseph Conrad
                                                                
                                    2021-04-06 23:54:39
                                
                                
                             
                         
                                     
                
                    Almayers Folly: A Story Of An Eastern River Joseph Conrad Author
                                            
                                                            by Joseph Conrad
                                                        
                                2021-04-06 23:54:39
                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                                                Excerpt-One of those drifting trees grounded on the shelving shore, just by the house, and Almayer, neglecting his dream, watched it with languid interest.  The tree swung slowly round, amid the hiss and foam of the water, and soon getting free of th...
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                                                Excerpt-One of those drifting trees grounded on the shelving shore, just by the house, and Almayer, neglecting his dream, watched it with languid interest.  The tree swung slowly round, amid the hiss and foam of the water, and soon getting free of the obstruction began to move down stream again, rolling slowly over, raising upwards a long, denuded branch, like a hand lifted in mute appeal to heaven against the river's brutal and unnecessary violence.  Almayer's interest in the fate of that tree increased rapidly.  He leaned over to see if it would clear the low point below.  It did; then he drew back, thinking that now its course was free down to the sea, and he envied the lot of that inanimate thing now growing small and indistinct in the deepening darkness.  As he lost sight of it altogether he began to wonder how far out to sea it would drift.  Would the current carry it north or south?  South, probably, till it drifted in sight of Celebes, as far as Macassar, perhaps!
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