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Nostromo - A Tale of the Seaboard.pdf - Planet eBook

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CHAPTER SEVENIT WAS part <strong>of</strong> what Decoud would have called his sanematerialism that he did not believe in <strong>the</strong> possibility <strong>of</strong>friendship between man and woman.The one exception he allowed confirmed, he maintained,that absolute rule. Friendship was possible between bro<strong>the</strong>rand sister, meaning by friendship <strong>the</strong> frank unreserve, asbefore ano<strong>the</strong>r human being, <strong>of</strong> thoughts and sensations;all <strong>the</strong> objectless and necessary sincerity <strong>of</strong> one’s innermostlife trying to re-act upon <strong>the</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>ound sympathies <strong>of</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>rexistence.His favourite sister, <strong>the</strong> handsome, slightly arbitrary andresolute angel, ruling <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r and mo<strong>the</strong>r Decoud in <strong>the</strong>first-floor apartments <strong>of</strong> a very fine Parisian house, was <strong>the</strong>recipient <strong>of</strong> Martin Decoud’s confidences as to his thoughts,actions, purposes, doubts, and even failures….‘Prepare our little circle in Paris for <strong>the</strong> birth <strong>of</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>rSouth American Republic. One more or less, what does itmatter? They may come into <strong>the</strong> world like evil flowers ona hotbed <strong>of</strong> rotten institutions; but <strong>the</strong> seed <strong>of</strong> this one hasgerminated in your bro<strong>the</strong>r’s brain, and that will be enoughfor your devoted assent. I am writing this to you by <strong>the</strong> light<strong>of</strong> a single candle, in a sort <strong>of</strong> inn, near <strong>the</strong> harbour, kept byan Italian called Viola, a protege <strong>of</strong> Mrs. Gould. The wholebuilding, which, for all I know, may have been contrived by

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