Ninety-three, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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G. Routledge and Sons, 1889 - France
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The writing is wonderful and subtle. - Goodreads
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User Review  - Julian Meynell - Goodreads

An interesting work and one that is very much the work of a genius. It has Hugo's meandering style in spades and the plot almost gets lost at one point, but Hugo pulls it all together. The whole thing ... Read full review

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User Review  - Siya - Goodreads

First of all, Hugo's manner of writing makes the novel appealing so one wants to read more and more. The tragedy of humankind standing on the threshold between obligation and morality, between ... Read full review

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Page 37 - English considered a fair trick in war. But what could these rags avail? No one dared descend to arrange them in any useful fashion, and in a few instants they were mere heaps of lint. There was just sea enough to render an accident as complete as possible.
Page 34 - How to fetter this monstrous mechanism for wrecking a ship? How foresee its comings and goings, its returns, its stops, its shocks? Any one of these blows upon the sides may stave out the vessel. How divine its awful gyrations? One has to deal with a projectile which thinks, seems to possess ideas, and which changes its direction at each instant. How stop the course of something which must be avoided? The horrible cannon flings itself about, advances, recoils, strikes to the right, strikes to the...
Page 38 - He had caught up a handspike in one fist, a tiller-rope with a slippingnoose in the other, and jumped down into the gun-deck. Then a strange combat began, a titanic strife, the struggle of the gun against the gunner, a battle between matter and intelligence, a duel between the inanimate and the human.
Page 42 - It was the gunner, who had just now so opportunely shown himself a tamer of monsters, and who had got the better of the cannon. The count made a military salute to the unknown in peasant garb, and said to him, "General, here is the man." The gunner held himself erect, his eyes downcast, standing in a soldierly attitude. Count du Boisberthelot continued, "General, taking into consideration what this man has done, do you not think there is something for his commanders to do?" "I think there...
Page 38 - Then a strange combat began ; a titanic strife the struggle of the gun against the gunner ; a battle between matter and intelligence ; a duel between the inanimate and the human. The man was posted in an angle, the bar and rope in his two fists; backed against one of the riders, settled firmly on his legs as on two pillars of .steel ; livid, calm, tragic, rooted as it were in. the planks, he waited. He waited for the cannon to pass near him. The gunner knew his piece, and it seemed to him that...
Page 36 - ... ubiquity, striking on every side at once. The strokes of a bullet shaken in a bottle would not be madder or more rapid. The four wheels passed and repassed above the dead men, cut, carved, slashed them, till the five corpses were a score of stumps rolling about the deck; the heads...
Page 42 - It is for you to give them. You are the captain." " But you are the general," answered Boisberthelot. The old man looked at the gunner. " Approach," said he. The gunner moved forward a step. The old man turned toward Count du Boisberthelot, detached the cross of Saint Louis from the captain's uniform and fastened it on the jacket of the gunner. " Hurrah ! " cried the sailors. The marines presented arms. The old passenger, pointing with his finger toward the bewildered gunner, added: " Now...
Page 151 - The King of France is worse. It needs fifteen days to expel the stranger, and eighteen hundred years to eliminate monarchy.
Page 34 - ... of lightning, the deafness of the tomb. It weighs ten thousand pounds, and it rebounds like a child's ball. Its flight is a wild whirl abruptly cut at right angles. What is to be done? How to end this? A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes, a wind falls, a broken mast is replaced, a leak is stopped, a fire dies out; but how to control this enormous brute of bronze? In what way can one attack it? You can make a mastiff hear reason, astound a bull, fascinate a boa, frighten a tiger, soften a lion;...
Page 39 - A soul strange thing; but you would have said that the cannon had one also a soul filled with rage and hatred. This blindness appeared to have eyes. The monster had the air of watching the man. There was one might have fancied so at least cunning in this mass. It also chose its moment. It became some gigantic insect of metal, having, or seeming to have, the will of a demon. Sometimes...

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