"We live in the flicker--may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday...they were men enough to face the darkness..."
"The utter savagery had closed round him--all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible...Imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender--the hate."
"The idleness of a passenger, my isolation among all these men with whom I had no point of contact, the oily and languid sea, the uniform somberness of the coast, seemed to keep me away from the truth of things, within the toil of a mournful and senseless delusion."
"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."
"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...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."
"The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valour, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time."
-Joseph Conrad
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