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Heart of Darkness
نویسنده:
جوزف کنراد
Joseph Conrad
درباره کتاب دل تاریکی اثر جوزف کنراد :
کتاب دل تاریکی ابتدا به صورت سریالی در سال ۱۸۹۹ در مجله بلک وود به چاپ می رسید تا سرانجام در کتابی به نام جوانی که داستان های دیگری از کنراد (از جمله داستانی به نام جوانی) را نیز در بر می گرفت منتشر شد. این داستان از زمان انتشار مخاطبان و منتقدان بسیاری یافت که اکثر آنها کتاب را به دلیل شیوه استفاده ایهام در آن، اثری متفاوت و خاص می دانستند. منتقدان همچنین این کتاب را برای شکستن قراردادهای روایی و آنچه آنها ورود ادبیات انگلیسی به قرن بیستم می‌خواندند، ستایش کردند.
رمان Heart of Darkness ما را به قلب قاره آفریقا و کنگو هدایت می‌کند که در آنجا با مارلو آشنا می‌شویم مارلو در این داستان مسئول حمل و نقل عاج در یکی از رودخانه‌های جنوبی کنگو است و شیوه‌ای که او با این دنیای جدید و ترس‌هایش روبرو می‌شود در طول داستان روایت می‌شود. درست مانند مارلو، جوزف کنراد در سال ۱۸۹۰، سفری دریای را به کنگو تجربه کرد و از این رو بسیاری از اتفاقات داستان و توصیفات آن از خاطرات و تجربیات واقعی کنراد برگرفته شده اند.
چیزی که دل تاریکی را از یک داستان مسافرتی صرف یا یک داستان جنایی و ترسناک جدا می‌کند، شیوه ظریف آن در ارائه جزئیات در مورد درک تدریجی مارلو از محیط اطراف است. دل تاریکی به روش پیچیده‌ای به بررسی مشکلات پیرامون امپریالیسم می پردازد. کتاب به ارائه یک تصویر خشن از شرکت‌های امپریالیستی می‌پردازد. مردانی که برای شرکت کار می کنند، نام کار خود را تجارت گذاشته‌اند و برخورد آنها با بومیان آفریقا بخشی از پروژه خیرخواهانه متمدن کردن آنان است.
جنون و دیوانگی یکی دیگر از زمینه‌های کتاب است که به امپریالیسم مرتبط است. وضعیت نابسامان آفریقا مسئول فروپاشی روانی و جسمی انسان‌هاست. جنون در رمان یک بیماری پزشکی نیست. بلکه، از فساد روح و از سطح بسیار قدرتمندتر و بالاتری از عقل سرچشمه می‌گیرد. کنراد سعی کرده تا با توصیف این جنون خواننده را وادار به همدردی با این مردمان کند و همچنین این کتاب کمک می‌کند تا خواننده بهتر بتواند وضعیت زندگی در آفریقا و بخصوص کنگو را درک نماید. به علاوه اینکه، جنون عملکردی برای ایجاد ضرورت‌های اجتماعی داستان دارد. جنون، نتیجه جدا شدن فرد از یک بافت اجتماعی و تنها قاضی اقدامات هر شخص است. جنون نه تنها نتیجه قدرت مطلق و نبوغ روح است بلکه به اصل جایزالخطا بودن انسان باز می‌گردد.
گرچه این کتاب از طرف منتقدان گذشته و حال مورد ستایش واقع شده اما از طرف افرادی نیز مورد شماتت بوده است از جمله این افراد می توان به نویسنده آفریقایی چینوآ آچه‌به اشاره کرد که کتاب را نژادپرستانه خوانده و آن را به ارائه تصویر نادرستی از مردم کنگو متهم کرده است.
نکته جالب توجه این است که وقایع فیلم شناخته شده و سرشناس فرانسیس فوردکاپولا ، اینک آخرالزمان گرچه که در ویتنام رخ می دهد ولی بسیاری بر این باروند که این فیلم به طور خاص از رمان دل تاریکی اقتباس شده است.
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قسمت هایی از کتاب فلب تاریکی (Heart of Darkness) اثر جوزف کنراد:
ویژگی های کتاب دل تاریکی اثر جوزف کنراد:
- جزو لیست برترین رمان های انگلیسی گاردین
- فیلم هایی بر اساس این کتاب در سال های ۱۹۷۹ و ۱۹۹۳ ساخته شده است.
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نوضیحات کتاب Heart of Darkness نوشته ی Joseph Conrad:
Heart of Darkness, a novel by Joseph Conrad, was originally a three-part series in Blackwood’s Magazine in 1899. It is a story within a story, following a character named Charlie Marlow, who recounts his adventure to a group of men onboard an anchored ship. The story told is of his early life as a ferry boat captain. Although his job was to transport ivory downriver, Charlie develops an interest in investing an ivory procurement agent, Kurtz, who is employed by the government. Preceded by his reputation as a brilliant emissary of progress, Kurtz has now established himself as a god among the natives in “one of the darkest places on earth.” Marlow suspects something else of Kurtz: he has gone mad.
A reflection on corruptive European colonialism and a journey into the nightmare psyche of one of the corrupted, Heart of Darkness is considered one of the most influential works ever written.
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Heart of Darkness Quotes
“It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.”
― Heart of Darkness
“We live as we dream–alone….”
― Heart of Darkness
“I don’t like work–no man does–but I like what is in the work–the chance to find yourself. Your own reality–for yourself not for others–what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.”
― Heart of Darkness
“No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence–that which makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream–alone.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Droll thing life is — that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself — that comes too late — a crop of inextinguishable regrets.”
― Heart of Darkness
“We live as we dream – alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The mind of man is capable of anything.”
― Heart of Darkness
“He struggled with himself, too. I saw it — I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.”
― Heart of Darkness
“But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.”
― Heart of Darkness
“We live in the flicker — may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.”
― Heart of Darkness
“It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream–making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams…No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence–that which makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream-alone…”
― Heart of Darkness
“The horror! The horror!”
― Heart of Darkness
“You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies – which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world – what I want to forget.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Even extreme grief may ultimately vent
itself in violence–but more generally takes the form of apathy”
― Heart of Darkness
“We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness”
― Heart of Darkness
“It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.”
― Heart of Darkness
“I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmostphere of tepid scepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary.”
― Heart of Darkness
“They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretense, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew. Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was offensive to me like the outrageous flauntings of folly in the face of a danger it is unable to comprehend. I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker.”
― Heart of Darkness
“the mind of man is capable of anything–because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future”
― Heart of Darkness
“His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain — why he did not instantly disappear.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Do you see the story? Do you see anything? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream–making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams…”
― Heart of Darkness
“I couldn’t have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life…”
― Heart of Darkness
“He hated all this, and somehow he couldn’t get away.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of the waterway ran on, deserted, into the gloom of overshadowed distances. On silvery sandbanks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to find the channel, till you thought yourself bewitched and cut off forever from everything you had known once -somewhere- far away in another existence perhaps. There were moments when one’s past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect.”
― Heart of Darkness
“We couldn’t understand because we were too far… and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign… and no memories.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, “Come and find out”.”
― Heart of Darkness
“They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force–nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn’t touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of sombre pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror–of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision–he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath:
The horror! The horror!”
― Heart of Darkness
“I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude – and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.”
― Heart of Darkness
“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 would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.”
― Heart of Darkness
“One can’t live with one’s finger everlastingly on one’s pulse.”
― Heart of Darkness
“I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced”
― Heart of Darkness
“And this also,” said Marlow suddenly, “has been one of the dark places of the earth.”
― Heart of Darkness
“They had behind them, to my mind, the terrific suggestiveness of words heard in dreams, of phrases spoken in nightmares.”
― Heart of Darkness
“And perhaps in this is the whole difference; perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible.”
― Heart of Darkness
“No, I don’t like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work – no man does – but I like what is in the work, – the chance to find yourself. Your own reality – for yourself, not for others – what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky–seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.”
― Heart of Darkness
“I think the knowledge came to him at last — only at the very last. But the wilderness had found him out early, and had taken on him a terrible vengeance for the fantastic invasion. I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude — and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating.
Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn’t touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of somber pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror — of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision, — he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath — ‘The horror! The horror!”
― Heart of Darkness
“I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their insignificant and silly dreams. They trespassed upon my thoughts.”
― Heart of Darkness
“I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go”
― Heart of Darkness
“His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The mind of man is capable of anything–because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage–who can tell?–but
truth–truth stripped of its cloak of time.”
― Heart of Darkness
“These little things make all the great difference. When they are gone you must fall back upon your own innate strength, upon your own capacity for faithfulness. Of course you may be too much of a fool to go wrong–too dull even to know you are being assaulted by the powers of darkness. I take it no fool ever made a bargain for his soul with the devil. The fool is too much of a fool or the devil too much of a devil–I don’t know which. Or you may be such a thunderingly exalted creature as to be altogether deaf and blind to anything but heavenly sights and sounds. Then the earth for you is only a standing place–and whether to be like this is your loss or your gain I won’t pretend to say. But most of us are neither one or the other.”
― Heart of Darkness
“There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies – which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world – what I want to forget.”
― Heart of Darkness
“For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it, not a sentimental pretence but an idea: and an unselfish belief in the idea–something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to…”
― Heart of Darkness
“I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.”
― Heart of Darkness
“All that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.”
― Heart of Darkness
“And from right to left along the lighted shore moved a wild and gorgeous apparition of a woman. She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witchmen, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step. She must have had the value of several elephant tusks upon her. She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.
Her face had a tragic and fierce aspect of wild sorrow and of dumb pain mingled with the fear of some struggling, halt-shaped resolve. She stood looking at us without a stir, and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over an inscoutable purpose. A whole minute passed, and then she made a step forward. There was a low jingle, a glint of yellow metal, a sway of fringed draperies, and she stopped as if her heart had failed her. She looked at us all as if her life had depended upon the unswerving steadiness of her glance”
― Heart of Darkness
“…for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence…”
― Heart of Darkness
“Everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Everything belonged to him–but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.”
― Heart of Darkness
“I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance.”
― Heart of Darkness
“She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witch-men, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step. She must have had the value of several elephant tusks upon her. She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Well, you know that was the worst of it – this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity – like yours – the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was justly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you – you so remote from the night of first ages could comprehend.”
― Heart of Darkness
“I — I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.’ But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time. For her he had died only yesterday. And, by Jove! the impression was so powerful that for me, too, he seemed to have died only yesterday — nay, this very minute. I saw her and him in the same instant of time — his death and her sorrow — I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together — I heard them together.”
― Heart of Darkness
“He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is detestable. And it has a fascination, too, which goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination–you know.”
― Heart of Darkness
“No fear can stand up to hunger, no patience can wear it out, disgust simply does not exist where hunger is; and as to superstition, beliefs, and what you may call principles, they are less than chaff in a breeze. Don’t you know the devilry of lingering starvation, its exasperating torment, its black thoughts, its sombre and brooding ferocity? Well, I do. It takes a man all is inborn strength to fight hunger properly. It’s really easier to face bereavement, dishonour, and the perdition of one’s soul – than this kind of prolonged hunger. Sad, but true. And these chaps, too, had no earthly reason for any kind of scruple. Restraint! I would just as soon have expected restraint from a hyena prowling amongst the corpses of a battlefield.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver – over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The sight of it made the earth seem unearthly. They were accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there– there you could look at a thing monstrous, beautiful, and free.”
― Heart of Darkness
“It made you feel very small, very lost, and yet it was not altogether depressing, that feeling. After all, if you were small, the grimy beetle crawled on – which was just what you wanted it to do.”
― Heart of Darkness
“In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.”
― Heart of Darkness
“It was unearthly, and the men were–No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it–this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled, and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity–like yours–the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you–you so remote from the night of first ages–could comprehend.
And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything–because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage–who can tell?–but truth–truth stripped of its cloak of time.
Let the fool gape and shudder–the man knows, and can look on without a wink.
But he must at least be as much of a man as these on the shore. He must meet that truth with his own true stuff–with his own inborn strength.
Principles? Principles won’t do. Acquisitions, clothes, pretty rags–rags that would fly off at the first good shake. No; you want a deliberate belief. An appeal to me in this fiendish row–is there? Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. Of course, a fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe. Who’s that grunting? You wonder I didn’t go ashore for a howl and a dance?
Well, no–I didn’t. Fine sentiments, you say? Fine sentiments, be hanged! I had no time. I had to mess about with white-lead and strips of woolen blanket helping to put bandages on those leaky steam-pipes–I tell you.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove! – breathe dead hippo, so as to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don’t you see? your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in – your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business.”
― Heart of Darkness
“It was not my strength that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through the dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one’s very heart – its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.”
― Heart of Darkness
“She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.”
― Heart of Darkness
“You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies -which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world -what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do. Temperament, I suppose.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The vision seemed to enter the house with me—the stretcher, the phantom-bearers, the wild crowd of obedient worshippers, the gloom of the forests, the glitter of the reach between the murky bends, the beat of the drum, regular and muffled like the beating of a heart—the heart of a conquering darkness.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, ‘When I grow up I will go there.’ The North Pole was one of these places, I remember. Well, I haven’t been there yet, and shall not try now. The glamour’s off. Other places were scattered about the hemispheres. I have been in some of them, and … well, we won’t talk about that. But there was one yet — the biggest, the most blank, so to speak — that I had a hankering after.
True, by this time it was not a blank space any more. It had got filled since my boyhood with rivers and lakes and names. It had ceased to be a blank space of delightful mystery — a white patch for a boy to dream gloriously over. It had become a place of darkness.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Or you may be such a thunderingly exalted creature as to be altogether deaf and blind to anything but heavenly sights and sounds. Then the earth for you is only a standing place- whether to be like this is your loss or your gain I won’t pretend to say.”
― Heart of Darkness
“[The wilderness] had caressed him, and—lo!—he had withered; it had taken him, loved him, embraced him, got into his veins, consumed his flesh, and sealed his soul to its own by the inconceivable ceremonies of some devilish initiation.”
― Heart of Darkness
“The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking
it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly
flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look
into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the
back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea; and an
unselfish belief in the idea—something you can set up, and bow down
before, and offer a sacrifice to…”
― Heart of Darkness
“Besides holding our hearts together through long periods of separation, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each other’s yarns–and even convictions.”
― Heart of Darkness
“He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable.”
― Heart of Darkness
“We were wanderers on a prehistoric earth, of an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet. We could have fancied ourselves the first of men taking possession of an accursed inheritance, to be subdued at the cost of profound anguish and of excessive toilo. But suddenly, as we struggled round a bend, there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked grass-roofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a mass of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling, under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage. The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy. The prehistoric man was cursing us, praying to us, welcoming us – who could tell? We were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings; we glided past like phantoms, wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would before an enthousiastic outbreak in a madhouse.”
― Heart of Darkness
“I remembered the old doctor, – “It would be interesting for science to watch the mental changes of individuals, on the spot.” I felt I was becoming scientifically interesting.”
― Heart of Darkness
“Everything belonged to him–but that was a trifle. The thing was to know what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own. That
was the reflection that made you creepy all over. It was impossible–it was not good for one either–trying to imagine. He had taken a high seat amongst the devils of the land–I mean literally. You can’t understand.
How could you?–with solid pavement under your feet, surrounded by kind neighbors ready to cheer you or to fall on you, stepping delicately between the butcher and the policeman, in the holy terror of scandal and gallows and lunatic asylums–how can you imagine what particular region of the first ages a man’s untrammeled feet may take him into by the way of solitude–utter solitude without a policeman–by the way of silence, utter silence, where no warning voice of a kind neighbor can be heard whispering of public opinion?
These little things make all the great difference.
When they are gone you must fall back upon your own innate strength, upon your own capacity for faithfulness. Of course you may be too much of a fool to go wrong–too dull even to know you are being assaulted by the powers of darkness. I take it, no fool ever made a bargain for his soul with the devil: the fool is too much of a fool, or the devil too much of a devil–I don’t know which. Or you may be such a thunderingly exalted creature as to be altogether deaf and blind to
anything but heavenly sights and sounds. Then the earth for you is only a standing place — and whether to be like this is your loss or your gain I won’t pretend to say. But most of us are neither one nor the other.
The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells too, by Jove!– breathe dead hippo, so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don’t you see?
Your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in–your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business. And that’s difficult enough.
Mind, I am not trying to excuse or even explain–I am trying to account to myself for–for–Mr. Kurtz–for the shade of Mr. Kurtz.
This initiated wraith from the back of Nowhere honored me with its amazing confidence before it vanished altogether. This was because it could speak English to me.
The original Kurtz had been educated partly in England, and–as he was good enough to say himself–his sympathies were in the right place. His mother was half-English, his father was half-French.
All Europe contributed to the making of Kurtz.”
― Heart of Darkness
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