Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad (best ebook reader for chromebook .txt) 📕

a girl when he came on board.⁠ ⁠…” I tell you, Captain Marlow, nobody had a chance against us with a strange ship when Jim was out. The other ship-chandlers just kept their old customers, and⁠ ⁠…’

“Egström appeared overcome with emotion.

“ ‘Why, sir⁠—it seemed as though he wouldn’t mind going a hundred miles out to sea in an old shoe to nab a ship for the firm. If the business had been his own and all to make yet, he couldn’t have done more in that way. And now⁠ ⁠… all at once⁠ ⁠… like this! Thinks I to myself: “Oho! a rise in the screw⁠—that’s the trouble⁠—is it? All right,” says I, “no need of all that fuss with me, Jimmy. Just mention your figure. Anything in reason.” He looks at me as if he wanted to swallow something that stuck in his throat. “I can’t stop with you.” “What’s that blooming joke?” I asks. He shakes his head, and I could see in his eye he was as good as gone already, sir. So I turned to him and slanged him till all was blue. “What is it you’re running away from?” I asks. “Who has been getting at you? What scared you? You haven’t as much sense as a rat; they don’t clear out from a good ship. Where do you expect to get a better berth?⁠—you this and you that.” I made him look sick, I can tell you. “This business ain’t going to sink,” says I. He gave a big jump. “Goodbye,” he says, nodding at me like a lord; “you ain’t half a bad chap, Egström. I give you my word that if you knew my reasons you wouldn’t care to keep me.” “That’s the biggest lie you ever told in your life,” says I; “I know my own mind.” He made me so mad that I had to laugh. “Can’t you really stop long enough to drink this glass of beer here, you funny beggar, you?” I don’t know what came over him; he didn’t seem able to find the door; something comical, I can tell you, captain. I drank the beer myself. “Well, if you’re in such a hurry, here’s luck to you in your own drink,” says I; “only, you mark my words, if you keep up this game you’ll very soon find that the earth ain’t big enough to hold you⁠—that’s all.” He gave me one black look, and out he rushed with a face fit to scare little children.’

“Egström snorted bitterly, and combed one auburn whisker with knotty fingers. ‘Haven’t been able to get a man that was any good since. It’s nothing but worry, worry, worry in business. And where might you have come across him, captain, if it’s fair to ask?’

“ ‘He was the mate of the Patna that voyage,’ I said, feeling that I owed some explanation. For a time Egström remained very still, with his fingers plunged in the hair at the side of his face, and then exploded. ‘And who the devil cares about that?’ ‘I daresay no one,’ I began⁠ ⁠… ‘And what the devil is he⁠—anyhow⁠—for to go on like this?’ He stuffed suddenly his left whisker into his mouth and stood amazed. ‘Jee!’ he exclaimed, ‘I told him the earth wouldn’t be big enough to hold his caper.’ ”

XIX

“I have told you these two episodes at length to show his manner of dealing with himself under the new conditions of his life. There were many others of the sort, more than I could count on the fingers of my two hands. They were all equally tinged by a high-minded absurdity of intention which made their futility profound and touching. To fling away your daily bread so as to get your hands free for a grapple with a ghost may be an act of prosaic heroism. Men had done it before (though we who have lived know full well that it is not the haunted soul but the hungry body that makes an outcast), and men who had eaten and meant to eat every day had applauded the creditable folly. He was indeed unfortunate, for all his recklessness could not carry him out from under the shadow. There was always a doubt of his courage. The truth seems to be that it is impossible to lay the ghost of a fact. You can face it or shirk it⁠—and I have come across a man or two who could wink at their familiar shades. Obviously Jim was not of the winking sort; but what I could never make up my mind about was whether his line of conduct amounted to shirking his ghost or to facing him out.

“I strained my mental eyesight only to discover that, as with the complexion of all our actions, the shade of difference was so delicate that it was impossible to say. It might have been flight and it might have been a mode of combat. To the common mind he became known as a rolling stone, because this was the funniest part: he did after a time become perfectly known, and even notorious, within the circle of his wanderings (which had a diameter of, say, three thousand miles), in the same way as an eccentric character is known to a whole countryside. For instance, in Bangkok, where he found employment with Yucker Brothers, charterers and teak merchants, it was almost pathetic to see him go about in sunshine hugging his secret, which was known to the very upcountry logs on the river. Schomberg, the keeper of the hotel where he boarded, a hirsute Alsatian of manly bearing and an irrepressible retailer of all the scandalous gossip of the place, would, with both elbows on the table, impart an adorned version of the story to any guest who cared to imbibe knowledge along with the more costly liquors. ‘And, mind you, the nicest fellow you could meet,’ would be his generous conclusion; ‘quite superior.’ It says a lot for