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It was an affirmation, a moral victory paid for by innumerable defeats, by abominable terrors, by abominable satisfactions. But it was a victory! That is why I have remained loyal to Kurtz to the last, and even beyond, when a long time after I heard once more, not his own voice, but the echo of his magnificent eloquence thrown to me from a soul as translucently pure as a cliff of crystal.
Kurtz had visited Berlin in 1826 in the interest of his educational schemes and in one of his addresses he implanted the microbe of America in the mind of a man who subsequently became a leader of one band of these pilgrims to the promised land. This was Dr. Kurtz's share in the work. Both Kurtz and the king were unconscious instruments in the hands of Providence. Dr.
She got in one day and kicked up a row about those miserable rags I picked up in the storeroom to mend my clothes with. I wasn't decent. At least it must have been that, for she talked like a fury to Kurtz for an hour, pointing at me now and then. I don't understand the dialect of this tribe. Luckily for me, I fancy Kurtz felt too ill that day to care, or there would have been mischief.
It seemed to have consumed all thought of self so completely, that even while he was talking to you, you forgot that it was he the man before your eyes who had gone through these things. I did not envy him his devotion to Kurtz, though. He had not meditated over it. It came to him, and he accepted it with a sort of eager fatalism.
I could see a little ivory coming out from there, and I had heard Mr. Kurtz was in there. I had heard enough about it too God knows! Yet somehow it didn't bring any image with it no more than if I had been told an angel or a fiend was in there. I believed it in the same way one of you might believe there are inhabitants in the planet Mars.
He forgot I hadn't heard any of these splendid monologues on, what was it? on love, justice, conduct of life or what not. If it had come to crawling before Mr. Kurtz, he crawled as much as the veriest savage of them all. I had no idea of the conditions, he said: these heads were the heads of rebels. I shocked him excessively by laughing. Rebels! What would be the next definition I was to hear?
You take Kurtz away quick quick I tell you. The glamour of youth enveloped his particolored rags, his destitution, his loneliness, the essential desolation of his futile wanderings.
Only I don't like to think that people have been in here. They may have stolen some of my ideas. I must keep this place locked night and day after this." Tom spent a busy week in making improvements on his craft. Mr. Swift was doing well, and after a consultation by Dr. Kurtz and Dr. Gladby it was decided to adopt a new style of treatment. In the meanwhile, Mr.
The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing along with him all the fighting men of that lake tribe. He had been absent for several months getting himself adored, I suppose and had come down unexpectedly, with the intention to all appearance of making a raid either across the river or down stream.
He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away. When I had a chance I begged him to try and leave while there was time; I offered to go back with him. And he would say yes, and then he would remain; go off on another ivory hunt; disappear for weeks; forget himself amongst these people forget himself you know. 'Why! he's mad, I said. He protested indignantly. Mr. Kurtz couldn't be mad.
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