Mr Verloc, going out in the morning, left his shop nominally in charge of his brother-in-law. It could be done, because there was very little business at any time, and practically none at all before the evening. Mr Verloc cared but little about his ostensible business. And, moreover, his wife was in charge of his brother-in-law. The shop was small, and so was the house. It was one of those grimy brick houses which existed in large quantities before the era of reconstruction dawned upon London. The shop was a square box of a place, with the front glazed in small panes. In the daytime the door…mehr
Mr Verloc, going out in the morning, left his shop nominally in charge of his brother-in-law. It could be done, because there was very little business at any time, and practically none at all before the evening. Mr Verloc cared but little about his ostensible business. And, moreover, his wife was in charge of his brother-in-law. The shop was small, and so was the house. It was one of those grimy brick houses which existed in large quantities before the era of reconstruction dawned upon London. The shop was a square box of a place, with the front glazed in small panes. In the daytime the door remained closed; in the evening it stood discreetly but suspiciously ajar. The window contained photographs of more or less undressed dancing girls; nondescript packages in wrappers like patent medicines; closed yellow paper envelopes, very flimsy, and marked two-and-six in heavy black figures; a few numbers of ancient French comic publications hung across a string as if to dry; a dingy blue china bowl, a casket of black wood, bottles of marking ink, and rubber stamps; a few books, with titles hinting at impropriety; a few apparently old copies of obscure newspapers, badly printed, with titles like The Torch, The Gong-rousing titles. And the two gas jets inside the panes were always turned low, either for economy's sake or for the sake of the customers.
Joseph Conrad, born Józef Teodor Konrad Korzeniowski in 1857 in present-day Ukraine, grew up in a politically active Polish family. His father, a writer and patriot, was imprisoned for anti-Russian activism, and Conrad's early years were marked by displacement and loss. Orphaned at age eleven, he was raised by his uncle, who encouraged his passion for the sea.Conrad began his maritime career in the French merchant navy before joining the British merchant fleet, where he spent nearly 20 years at sea. His experiences as a sailor provided the foundation for much of his writing, including Heart of Darkness and Lord Jim. Although he did not learn English until his twenties, Conrad became a master of the language, creating works that explore themes of isolation, imperialism, and human nature.Conrad's fiction often reflects his personal struggles with identity, exile, and the human psyche. His unique perspective as a Polish expatriate writing in English contributed to his status as one of the most influential modernist writers of the 20th century. His works continue to be studied for their complex narrative techniques and moral ambiguity.
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