By J. H. Stape, Ernest W. Sullivan II
Written in 1899-1900, Lord Jim is without doubt one of the key works of literary Modernism. a unique of large strength, it hasn't ever been out of print, attracting readers for over a century and variously influencing the advance of twentieth-century fiction. This page-by-page transcription of the surviving manuscript and fragmentary typescript bargains a privileged glimpse into the writer's workshop, permitting a reader to keep on with heavily the evolution of personality, narrative method, and subject matters. Accompanying the transcription of the unconventional (about 1/2 which survives) are supplementary fabrics that give a contribution to the tale of its heritage: a brand new transcription of "Tuan Jim" (the Ur-version of the hole chapters) and the draft model of Conrad's 1917 "Author's notice" to the unconventional. Lord Jim: A Transcription of the Manuscript makes on hand for the 1st time fabric housed in far-flung information and encourages genetic methods to a piece acclaimed for its polished sort, virtuoso results, and narrative complexity. A "must have" within the library of any pupil of late-Victorian and Modernist fiction, this quantity will allure all readers with a major curiosity within the artwork of fiction.
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I rather think some of my people know his. The 31 old man’s a parson. I have some recollection I met him once when staying with my cousin in Essex last year. The old chap seemed rather to fancy his sailor-son. Horrible. I can’t do it myself – but you! ’ Thus, à propos of Jim, I had a glimpse Leaf 107 of the real Brierly a few days before he comitted his reality and his sham together to the keeping of the sea. Of course I declined to meddle. The tone of this last ‘but you’ – poor Brierly couldn’t help it – that seemed to imply I was no more noticeable than an insect caused me to look at the proposal with indignation; and on account of that provocation or from some other cause I became positive in my mind that the inquiry was a severe punishment to that Jim and that his facing it – practically of his own free will – was a redeeming feature in his abominable case.
I kept up and not wishing to lose him I said hurriedly that I couldn’t think of leaving him under a false impression of ... of my ..... The stupidity of the phrase appalled me while I was trying to finish it but the power of sentences has nothing to do with the logic of their sentiments. My idiotic mumble seemed to please him. He cut it short by saying with a placidity that seemed to argue an immense power of self control or a wonderful elasticity of spirits. ] I marvelled greatly at this expression; he might have been Leaf 128 alluding to some trifling occurrence.
They are trampling on me. Wait! I’ll smash them in heaps like flies. Wait for me. Help! An interminable and sustained howl completed my discomfiture. I saw in the distance the accident case raise deplorably both his hands to his bandagLeaf 80 ed head; a dresser aproned to the chin appeared showed up in the vista of the ward as if seen in the small end of a telescope. I was fairly routed and without more ado stepping through one of the long windows escaped into the outside gallery. The howl pursued me like a vengeance.