Soil and smudges on paste down and free end papers. Front paste down shows evidence of roughly removed bookplate. Fore-edge corners are turned in and rubbed through.

Edges at head and tail of board spine are rubbed and split in several places fraying and tiny closed tears on the corner tips and points.

Spine folds are rubbed and beginning to separate in several places. Boards are scuffed overall with patchy discoloration. Original dark blue clothwith light blue stamped text and graphics on the front panel and gilt text with light blue graphics on spine. Footnote on bottom of page 480 states 'Printed by William Clowes and Sons, Limited, London and Beccles.' Good plus first English edition book with all points. Never before had Giorgio seen this bit of plain so full of active life his gaze could not take in all its details at once he shaded his eyes with his hand, till suddenly the thundering of many hoofs near by startled him.Ī troop of horses had broken out of the fenced paddock of the railway company.Hardcover. Giorgio saw one fall, rider and horse disappearing as if they had galloped into a chasm, and the movements of the animated scene were like the peripeties of a violent game played upon the plain by dwarfs mounted and on foot, yelling with tiny throats, under the mountain that seemed a colossal embodiment of silence. Horsemen galloped towards each other, wheeled round together, separated at speed.

Single figures on foot raced desperately. Knots of men ran headlong others made a stand and the irregular rattle of fire-arms came rippling to his ears in the fiery, still air. In a speckless sky the sun hung clear and blinding. Tall trails of dust subsided here and there. His hand grasped the barrel of the gun grounded on the threshold he did not look up once at the white dome of Higuerota, whose cool purity seemed to hold itself aloof from a hot earth. On this memorable day of the riot his arms were not folded on his chest. In return Giorgio would give a slight sideways jerk of the head, without unfolding his arms.

Saluted him from the foot-plate with raised hand, while the negro brakesmen sat carelessly on the brakes, looking straight forward, with the rims of their big hats flapping in the wind.

Nostromo 1904