Original TextModern Text“He began to speak as soon as he saw me. I had been very long on the road.He could not wait. Had to start without me. The up-river stations had to berelieved.

There had been so many delays already that he did not know who wasdead and who was alive, and how they got on—and so on, and so on. He paid noattention to my explanations, and, playing with a stick of sealing-wax,repeated several times that the situation was ‘very grave, very grave.’There were rumours that a very important station was in jeopardy, and itschief, Mr. Unkilled free download for pc.

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Kurtz, was ill. Hoped it was not true. I feltweary and irritable. Hang Kurtz, I thought. I interrupted him by saying Ihad heard of Mr. Kurtz on the coast. So they talk of him down there,’he murmured to himself.

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Then he began again, assuring me Mr. Kurtz was thebest agent he had, an exceptional man, of the greatest importance to theCompany; therefore I could understand his anxiety. He was, he said, ‘very,very uneasy.’ Certainly he fidgeted on his chair a good deal, exclaimed,‘Ah, Mr.

Kurtz!’ broke the stick of sealing-wax and seemed dumfounded by theaccident. Next thing he wanted to know ‘how long it would take to’. Iinterrupted him again. Being hungry, you know, and kept on my feet too. Iwas getting savage.

‘How can I tell?’ I said. ‘I haven’t even seen the wreckyet—some months, no doubt.’ All this talk seemed to me so futile. ‘Somemonths,’ he said. ‘Well, let us say three months before we can make a start.Yes.

That ought to do the affair.’ I flung out of his hut (he lived allalone in a clay hut with a sort of verandah) muttering to myself my opinionof him. He was a chattering idiot. Afterwards I took it back when it wasborne in upon me startlingly with what extreme nicety he had estimated thetime requisite for the ‘affair.’“He started talking as soon as he saw me. I’d been on the road for a verylong time, but he couldn’t wait. He said that he had to start without me.The upriver stations had to be re-supplied.

He didn’t know who was stillalive and who was dead. He didn’t listen to anything I said. He kept sayingthat the situation was ‘very grave, very grave.’ There were rumors that Mr.Kurtz was sick and his station, the most important one, was in danger. Hehoped it wasn’t true, because Mr.

I was tired and irritable.Who cares about Kurtz, I thought. I told him that I’d heard of Mr. Kurtz onthe coast. So they talk about him down there,’ he mumbled to himself.Then he went back to telling me that Mr. Kurtz was the best agent he had, agreat man who was very important to the Company.

He said that he was ‘very,very uneasy.’ He fidgeted a lot and cried out, ‘Ah, Mr. Kurtz!’ He broke theplastic on his chair, and seemed confused by this. Then he wanted to know‘how long it would take to—’ I cut him off again. I was hungry and hadn’teven been allowed to sit down.

I was furious. ‘How can I tell?’ I said. ‘Ihaven’t even seen the wreck yet. A few months, I’m sure.’ This conversationseemed so pointless.

‘A few months,’ he said. ‘Well, let’s say three monthsbefore we can go. That ought to be OK.’ I stormed out muttering aboutwhat an idiot he was. Afterward, I changed my mind when I realized how nicehe’d been about estimating how long it would take.“I went to work the next day, turning, so to speak, my back on thatstation.

In that way only it seemed to me I could keep my hold on theredeeming facts of life. Still, one must look about sometimes; and then Isaw this station, these men strolling aimlessly about in the sunshine of theyard. I asked myself sometimes what it all meant. They wandered here andthere with their absurd long staves in their hands, like a lot of faithlesspilgrims bewitched inside a rotten fence. The word ‘ivory’ rang in the air,was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it.

A taintof imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a whiff from some corpse. I’ve never seen anything so unreal in my life. And outside, the silentwilderness surrounding this cleared speck on the earth struck me assomething great and invincible, like evil or truth, waiting patiently forthe passing away of this fantastic invasion.“I started working the next day. I tried not to pay attention to what washappening at the station, which seemed to be the only way I could keep sane.But I had to look around sometimes, and I saw the white agents justwandering around the station, never doing anything. I asked myself what thepoint of this could be. They wandered around like a bunch of soulless beastsinside a rotten fence.

All they talked about was ivory. They practicallyprayed to it. You could smell the stupid greed like a whiff from a corpse.By God, I’ve never seen anything so unreal in my life! And the junglesurrounding this little spot seemed invincible. It was like evil or truth,simply waiting for our strange invasion to pass away.