heart of darkness
...arnished spirits. 3: Between us all the sea bond. We are fit for nothing, but placid staring. 1: The lawyer an old fellow with the only cushion on deck and lying on the only rug. The accountant with a box of dominoes, and toying architecturally with the bones. 3: As though almost snuffed out... stricken to death by the touch of gloom. 2: And this old river here..old river Thames has also been one of the dark places of the earth. 3: Marlow you follower of the sea, your home the ship, your country the sea, one ship very much like another, the sea always the same, no mystery but the sea, mistress of your existence, sea inscrutable as your Destiny. 1: Narrow, deserted streets, in deep shadow, high houses and venetian blinds. Dead silence, 2: I assure you I am not the most typical..If I were..I wouldn't be talking to you like this..I would have punched you on the nose by now… 1: Watching the coast, Africa slipping by, scolding the decks of an old French steamer. Landing soldiers and clerks in every damned port. 3: Away from the truth of things, mournful, senseless delusion. 2: Natural, true as the surf. Needs no excuse for being there... 2: I went to work the next day, turning so to speak, my back on that station..In that way only it seemed to me I could keep my hold on the redeeming facts of life. In this station, these men stroll aimlessly in the sunshine of the yard. What does it all mean? Wandering here and there with their absurd, long staves. 3: Ivory, Ivory, Ivory... 1: Outside, This silent wilderness, This great, invincible wilderness. 4: My dear sir..I don't want to be misunderstood and especially by you...who will see Mr Kurtz long before I can have that pleasure..I wouldn't like him to get a false idea of my disposition..You see it's a matter of position. 2: I let him run on- this papier-maché Mephistopheles..and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him and I would find nothing inside, but a little loose dirt, maybe.. 4: We have to find some way of making a mark. 2: Yes..I let him run on..and think what he pleased about the powers that were behind me..I did and there was nothing behind me! There was nothing but that wretched, old mangled steamboat I was leaning against. 1: Caravans and caravans of pilgrims, Arri...