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“We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account.”

Quote by Joseph Conrad

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Lord Jim

Joseph Conrad's 'Lord Jim' is a classic novel that delves into the psychological and moral complexities of its protagonist, Jim, as he navigates the treacherous waters of the South Pacific. The narrative follows Jim's journey from a young, ambitious seaman to a man grappling with the consequences of his actions and the weight of his past. The story is rich with symbolism and philosophical musings, offering readers a profound exploration of human nature and the nature of heroism. more

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Joseph Conrad
Joseph Conrad

Joseph Conrad, born on December 3, 1857 in Poland and died on August 3, 1924 in the United Kingdom, was a renowned British author of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He is known for his profound descriptions of maritime life and his insightful explorations of human nature. more

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