Lord Jim eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 490 pages of information about Lord Jim.

A friend of mine returning from Italy had talked with a lady there who did not like the book.  I regretted that, of course, but what surprised me was the ground of her dislike.  ‘You know,’ she said, ’it is all so morbid.’

The pronouncement gave me food for an hour’s anxious thought.  Finally I arrived at the conclusion that, making due allowances for the subject itself being rather foreign to women’s normal sensibilities, the lady could not have been an Italian.  I wonder whether she was European at all?  In any case, no Latin temperament would have perceived anything morbid in the acute consciousness of lost honour.  Such a consciousness may be wrong, or it may be right, or it may be condemned as artificial; and, perhaps, my Jim is not a type of wide commonness.  But I can safely assure my readers that he is not the product of coldly perverted thinking.  He’s not a figure of Northern Mists either.  One sunny morning, in the commonplace surroundings of an Eastern roadstead, I saw his form pass by—­appealing—­significant—­under a cloud—­perfectly silent.  Which is as it should be.  It was for me, with all the sympathy of which I was capable, to seek fit words for his meaning.  He was ‘one of us’.

J.C.

1917.

LORD JIM

CHAPTER 1

He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull.  His voice was deep, loud, and his manner displayed a kind of dogged self-assertion which had nothing aggressive in it.  It seemed a necessity, and it was directed apparently as much at himself as at anybody else.  He was spotlessly neat, apparelled in immaculate white from shoes to hat, and in the various Eastern ports where he got his living as ship-chandler’s water-clerk he was very popular.

A water-clerk need not pass an examination in anything under the sun, but he must have Ability in the abstract and demonstrate it practically.  His work consists in racing under sail, steam, or oars against other water-clerks for any ship about to anchor, greeting her captain cheerily, forcing upon him a card—­the business card of the ship-chandler—­and on his first visit on shore piloting him firmly but without ostentation to a vast, cavern-like shop which is full of things that are eaten and drunk on board ship; where you can get everything to make her seaworthy and beautiful, from a set of chain-hooks for her cable to a book of gold-leaf for the carvings of her stern; and where her commander is received like a brother by a ship-chandler he has never seen before.  There is a cool parlour, easy-chairs, bottles, cigars, writing implements, a copy of harbour regulations, and a warmth of welcome that melts the salt of a three months’ passage out of a seaman’s heart. 

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