The night did not seem to last an hour. I steamed up a bit, then swung down-stream, and two thousand eyes followed the evolutions of the splashing, thumping, fierce river-demon beating the water with its terrible tail and breathing black smoke into the air.
The peroration was mag- nificent, though difficult to remember, you know. I must say that to me it appeared about the most dangerous thing in every way he had come upon so far. I would no doubt have been properly horrified, had it not occurred to me that he and his chaps must be very hungry: We were within thirty yards from the nearest fire.
I rooted out an old pair, at which he looked with admiration be- fore tucking it under his left arm.
Now I think of it, it is amazing I did not shed tears. During this time, he learns that Kurtz is far from admired, but more or less resented mostly by the manager. The knitting old woman with the cat ob- truded herself upon my memory as a most improper person to be sitting at the other end of such an affair.
And, don't you see, the terror of the position was not in being knocked on the head --though I had a very lively sense of that danger too --but in this, that I had to deal with a being to whom I could not appeal in the name of anything high or low. Of course I made no move.
I strode rapidly with clenched fists. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mys- terious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.
Kurtz's reputation--but you are a brother seaman and--' 'All right,' said I, after a time. Kurtz was not in his grave; I suspect that for him Mr. In a flash forward, Marlow notes that the International Society for the Suppression of Savage Customs had commissioned Kurtz to write a report, which he did eloquently.
It is my duty to point it out in the proper quarter. He forgot I hadn't heard any of these splendid mono- logues on, what was it.
Besides that, they had given them every week three pieces of brass wire, each about nine inches long; and the theory was they were to buy their pro- visions with that currency in river-side villages.
Voices, voices--even the girl herself--now--" He was silent for a long time. It came to him, and he accepted it with a sort of eager fatalism. And it is good art when each person who sees and experiences it has his or her own special "take" on it Kurtz has done more harm than good to the Company.
I fancy I had some vague notion of falling upon him and giving him a drubbing. I--I--haven't slept for the last ten nights. Those of us who are not from Africa may be prepared to pay this price, but this price is far too high for Achebe. If I had heard him talk, only two days ago, I wouldn't dare hint at such a thing.
Such silly things--you know. On silvery sandbanks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad Part 2 out of 3. holidaysanantonio.com homepage; Index of Heart of Darkness; Previous part (1) had besides a curious look of being painfully shocked by such an outrageous row.
The others had an alert, ebbing out of his heart into the sea of inexorable time.
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