My guess was that when you descended to a certain depth of depravity, the Fogs could smell you as a hound, catching a murderer’s spoor, could track the criminal through forest, field, and moor.

Más vale ser un hombre viejo que un muchacho que se cree hombre.

I wish there was a bar I could send opposing teams to and get them hammered or something - I could tell my buddies in New York to leave their places open or something. Playing for the Yankees, guys come at you extremely hard. I have to be ready or I&#39;ll be embarrassed.

I had ambition not only to go farther than any man had ever been before, but as far as it was possible for a man to go.

Written By Joseph Conrad

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