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" I lowered my lamp, and saw a negro half clad, writhing under the agony of disease, while he held me with a convulsive grasp. With mixed horror and impatience I strove to disengage myself, and fell on the sufferer; he wound his naked festering arms round... "
The last man, by the author of Frankenstein - Página 34
por Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1826
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The Last Man, Volumen2

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1833
...their way to my very heart, while I felt my legs clasped, and a groan repeated by the person that.held me. I lowered my lamp, and saw a negro half clad,...bowed by aching nausea ; till, reflection returning, I sprang up, threw the wretch from me, and darting up the staircase, entered. the chamber usually inhabited...
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The Last Man

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1993 - 342 páginas
..."clasped" by "a negro half clad, writhing under the agony of the disease" who convulsively embraces Verney: "I strove to disengage myself, and fell on the sufferer;...mine, and his breath, death-laden, entered my vitals" (245). From this unwilling but powerful embrace of the racial other (significantly, this is the only...
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The Last Man

Mary Shelley - 1996 - 425 páginas
...producing sickening qualms, which made their way to my very heart, while I felt my leg clasped, and a groan repeated by the person that held me. I lowered...entered the chamber usually inhabited by my family. 19 A dim light shewed me Alfred on a couch; Clara trembling, and paler than whitest snow, had raised...
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Romanticism and Colonial Disease

Alan Bewell - 2003 - 373 páginas
...enormous epidemiological crises. In Tlie Last Man, Verney is infected by his encounter with a black man: "I lowered my lamp, and saw a negro half clad, writhing...mine, and his breath, death-laden, entered my vitals" (245). This episode powerfully embodies the fear of contagion that shaped European encounters with...
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The Last Man

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2004 - 395 páginas
...clasped, and a groan repeated by the person that held me. I lowered my lamp, and saw a negro half-clad, writhing under the agony of disease, while he held...bowed by aching nausea; till, reflection returning, I sprang up, threw the wretch from me, and darting up the staircase, entered the chamber usually inhabited...
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Leprosy and Empire: A Medical and Cultural History

Rod Edmond - 2006
...and entering a darkened room from which emanates 'a pernicious scent', Verney feels his leg clasped: I lowered my lamp, and saw a negro half clad, writhing...close to mine, and his breath, death-laden, entered my vitals.48 The only clear-cut example of infection in the novel involves the only nonEuropean character...
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The Last Man: Easyread Comfort Edition

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2007 - 392 páginas
...producing sickening qualms, which made their way to my very heart, while I felt my leg clasped, and a groan repeated by the person that held me. I lowered...chamber usually inhabited by my family. A dim light shewed me Alfred on a couch; Clara trembling, and paler than whitest snow, had raised him on her arm,...
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The Last Man: Easyread Super Large 24pt Edition

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2007 - 504 páginas
...producing sickening qualms, which made their way to my 58 very heart, while I felt my leg clasped, and a groan repeated by the person that held me. I lowered...chamber usually inhabited by my family. A dim light shewed me Alfred on a couch; Clara trembling, and paler than whitest 59 snow, had raised him on her...
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The Last Man: Easyread Super Large 20pt Edition

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2007 - 528 páginas
...producing sickening qualms, which made their way to my very heart, while I felt my leg clasped, and a groan repeated by the person that held me. I lowered...mine, and his breath, death-laden, entered my vitals. Fora moment I was overcome, my head was bowed by aching nausea; till, reflection returning, I sprung...
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