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Heart of Darkness - Conrad_ Joseph

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Heart of Darkness
Conrad, Joseph
Published:
1902
Categories(s):
Fiction
Source:
University of Virginia
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About Conrad:
 Joseph Conrad (born Teodor Józef Konrad Korzeniowski, 3 December1857 – 3 August 1924) was a Polish-born novelist. Some of his workshave been labelled romantic: Conrad's supposed "romanticism" is heav-ily imbued with irony and a fine sense of man's capacity for self-decep-tion. Many critics regard Conrad as an important forerunner of Modern-ist literature. Conrad's narrative style and anti-heroic characters have in-fluenced many writers, including Ernest Hemingway, D.H. Lawrence,Graham Greene, Joseph Heller and Jerzy Kosiński, as well as inspiringsuch films as Apocalypse Now (which was drawn from Conrad's Heartof Darkness). Source: Wikipedia
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The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of thesails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm,and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to andwait for the turn of the tide.The sea–reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. In the offing the sea and the sky were weldedtogether without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clustersof canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. A haze restedon the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness. The air wasdark above Gravesend, and farther back still seemed condensed into amournful gloom, brooding motionless over the biggest, and the greatest,town on earth.The Director of Companies was our captain and our host. We four af-fectionately watched his back as he stood in the bows looking to sea-ward. On the whole river there was nothing that looked half so nautical.He resembled a pilot, which to a seaman is trustworthiness personified.It was difficult to realize his work was not out there in the luminous es-tuary, but behind him, within the brooding gloom.Between us there was, as I have already said somewhere, the bond of the sea. Besides holding our hearts together through long periods of sep-aration, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each other’s yarns—andeven convictions. The Lawyer—the best of old fellows—had, because of his many years and many virtues, the only cushion on deck, and was ly-ing on the only rug. The Accountant had brought out already a box of dominoes, and was toying architecturally with the bones. Marlow satcross–legged right aft, leaning against the mizzen–mast. He had sunkencheeks, a yellow complexion, a straight back, an ascetic aspect, and, withhis arms dropped, the palms of hands outwards, resembled an idol. Thedirector, satisfied the anchor had good hold, made his way aft and satdown amongst us. We exchanged a few words lazily. Afterwards therewas silence on board the yacht. For some reason or other we did not
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