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Updated: June 16, 2025
"'It has set at last, said Nina to her mother, pointing to the hills behind which the sun had sunk. . . ." These words of Almayer's romantic daughter I remember tracing on the grey paper of a pad which rested on the blanket of my bed-place.
Half a shell of cocoanut filled with oil, where a cotton rag floated for a wick, stood on the floor, surrounding her with a ruddy halo of light shining through the black and odorous smoke. Mrs. Almayer's back was bent, and her head and shoulders hidden in the deep box. Her hands rummaged in the interior, where a soft clink as of silver money could be heard.
As I have said, I was unpacking my luggage after a journey from London into Ukraine. The MS. of "Almayer's Folly" my companion already for some three years or more, and then in the ninth chapter of its age was deposited unostentatiously on the writing-table placed between two windows.
A couple of bats, encouraged by the darkness and the peaceful state of affairs, resumed their silent and oblique gambols above Almayer's head, and for a long time the profound quiet of the house was unbroken, save for the deep breathing of the sleeping man and the faint tinkle of silver in the hands of the woman preparing for flight.
His two brothers got themselves speared served them right. They went in for robbing Dyak graves. Gold ornaments in them you know. Serve them right. But he kept respectable and got on. Aye! Everybody got on but I. And all through that scoundrel who brought the Arabs here." "De mortuis nil ni . . . num," muttered Almayer's guest.
It must not be supposed that, in setting forth the memories of this half-hour between the moment my uncle left my room till we met again at dinner, I am losing sight of "Almayer's Folly." Having confessed that my first novel was begun in idleness a holiday task I think I have also given the impression that it was a much-delayed book.
Salt-water jests at the poor man's expense were passed from boat to boat, the non-appearance of his daughter was commented upon with severe displeasure, and the half-finished house built for the reception of Englishmen received on that joyous night the name of "Almayer's Folly" by the unanimous vote of the lighthearted seamen.
But if it isn't true what can we do? If we had a dozen boats we could patrol the creeks; and that wouldn't be much good. That drunken madman was right; we haven't enough hold on this coast. They do what they like. Are our hammocks slung?" "Yes, I told the coxswain. Strange couple over there," said the sub, with a wave of his hand towards Almayer's house. "Hem! Queer, certainly.
What the subject of their discourses was might have been guessed from the subsequent domestic scenes by Almayer's hearthstone. Of late Almayer had taken to excursions up the river. In a small canoe with two paddlers and the faithful Ali for a steersman he would disappear for a few days at a time.
I shall not go to the Arabs; their lies are very great! What are they? Chelakka!" Almayer's voice sounded a little more pleasantly in reply. "Well, as you like. I can hear you to-morrow at any time if you have anything to say. Bah! After you have seen the Sultan Lakamba you will not want to return here, Inchi Dain. You will see. Only mind, I will have nothing to do with Lakamba.
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