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"
I
strolled
up
.
There
was
no
hurry
.
You
see
the
thing
had
gone
off
like
a
box
of
matches
.
It
had
been
hopeless
from
the
very
first
.
The
flame
had
leaped
high
,
driven
everybody
back
,
lighted
up
everything
--
and
collapsed
.
The
shed
was
already
a
heap
of
embers
glowing
fiercely
.
A
nigger
was
being
beaten
near
by
.
They
said
he
had
caused
the
fire
in
some
way
;
be
that
as
it
may
,
he
was
screeching
most
horribly
.
I
saw
him
,
later
,
for
several
days
,
sitting
in
a
bit
of
shade
looking
very
sick
and
trying
to
recover
himself
;
afterwards
he
arose
and
went
out
--
and
the
wilderness
without
a
sound
took
him
into
its
bosom
again
.
As
I
approached
the
glow
from
the
dark
I
found
myself
at
the
back
of
two
men
,
talking
.
I
heard
the
name
of
Kurtz
pronounced
,
then
the
words
,
'
take
advantage
of
this
unfortunate
accident
.
'
One
of
the
men
was
the
manager
.
I
wished
him
a
good
evening
.
'
Did
you
ever
see
anything
like
it
--
eh
?
it
is
incredible
,
'
he
said
,
and
walked
off
.
The
other
man
remained
.
He
was
a
first-class
agent
,
young
,
gentlemanly
,
a
bit
reserved
,
with
a
forked
little
beard
and
a
hooked
nose
.
He
was
stand-offish
with
the
other
agents
,
and
they
on
their
side
said
he
was
the
manager
's
spy
upon
them
.
As
to
me
,
I
had
hardly
ever
spoken
to
him
before
.
We
got
into
talk
,
and
by
and
by
we
strolled
away
from
the
hissing
ruins
.
Then
he
asked
me
to
his
room
,
which
was
in
the
main
building
of
the
station
.
He
struck
a
match
,
and
I
perceived
that
this
young
aristocrat
had
not
only
a
silver-mounted
dressing-case
but
also
a
whole
candle
all
to
himself
.
Just
at
that
time
the
manager
was
the
only
man
supposed
to
have
any
right
to
candles
.
Native
mats
covered
the
clay
walls
;
a
collection
of
spears
,
assegais
,
shields
,
knives
was
hung
up
in
trophies
.
The
business
intrusted
to
this
fellow
was
the
making
of
bricks
--
so
I
had
been
informed
;
but
there
was
n't
a
fragment
of
a
brick
anywhere
in
the
station
,
and
he
had
been
there
more
than
a
year
--
waiting
.
It
seems
he
could
not
make
bricks
without
something
,
I
do
n't
know
what
--
straw
maybe
.
Anyway
,
it
could
not
be
found
there
and
as
it
was
not
likely
to
be
sent
from
Europe
,
it
did
not
appear
clear
to
me
what
he
was
waiting
for
.
An
act
of
special
creation
perhaps
.
However
,
they
were
all
waiting
--
all
the
sixteen
or
twenty
pilgrims
of
them
--
for
something
;
and
upon
my
word
it
did
not
seem
an
uncongenial
occupation
,
from
the
way
they
took
it
,
though
the
only
thing
that
ever
came
to
them
was
disease
--
as
far
as
I
could
see
.
They
beguiled
the
time
by
back-biting
and
intriguing
against
each
other
in
a
foolish
kind
of
way
.
There
was
an
air
of
plotting
about
that
station
,
but
nothing
came
of
it
,
of
course
.
It
was
as
unreal
as
everything
else
--
as
the
philanthropic
pretence
of
the
whole
concern
,
as
their
talk
,
as
their
government
,
as
their
show
of
work
.
The
only
real
feeling
was
a
desire
to
get
appointed
to
a
trading-post
where
ivory
was
to
be
had
,
so
that
they
could
earn
percentages
.
They
intrigued
and
slandered
and
hated
each
other
only
on
that
account
--
but
as
to
effectually
lifting
a
little
finger
--
oh
,
no
.
By
heavens
!
there
is
something
after
all
in
the
world
allowing
one
man
to
steal
a
horse
while
another
must
not
look
at
a
halter
.
Steal
a
horse
straight
out
.
Very
well
.
He
has
done
it
.
Perhaps
he
can
ride
.
But
there
is
a
way
of
looking
at
a
halter
that
would
provoke
the
most
charitable
of
saints
into
a
kick
.
"
I
had
no
idea
why
he
wanted
to
be
sociable
,
but
as
we
chatted
in
there
it
suddenly
occurred
to
me
the
fellow
was
trying
to
get
at
something
--
in
fact
,
pumping
me
.
He
alluded
constantly
to
Europe
,
to
the
people
I
was
supposed
to
know
there
--
putting
leading
questions
as
to
my
acquaintances
in
the
sepulchral
city
,
and
so
on
.
His
little
eyes
glittered
like
mica
discs
--
with
curiosity
--
though
he
tried
to
keep
up
a
bit
of
superciliousness
.
At
first
I
was
astonished
,
but
very
soon
I
became
awfully
curious
to
see
what
he
would
find
out
from
me
.
I
could
n't
possibly
imagine
what
I
had
in
me
to
make
it
worth
his
while
.
It
was
very
pretty
to
see
how
he
baffled
himself
,
for
in
truth
my
body
was
full
only
of
chills
,
and
my
head
had
nothing
in
it
but
that
wretched
steamboat
business
.
It
was
evident
he
took
me
for
a
perfectly
shameless
prevaricator
.
At
last
he
got
angry
,
and
,
to
conceal
a
movement
of
furious
annoyance
,
he
yawned
.
I
rose
.
Then
I
noticed
a
small
sketch
in
oils
,
on
a
panel
,
representing
a
woman
,
draped
and
blindfolded
,
carrying
a
lighted
torch
.
The
background
was
sombre
--
almost
black
.
The
movement
of
the
woman
was
stately
,
and
the
effect
of
the
torchlight
on
the
face
was
sinister
.
"
It
arrested
me
,
and
he
stood
by
civilly
,
holding
an
empty
half-pint
champagne
bottle
(
medical
comforts
)
with
the
candle
stuck
in
it
.
To
my
question
he
said
Mr.
Kurtz
had
painted
this
--
in
this
very
station
more
than
a
year
ago
--
while
waiting
for
means
to
go
to
his
trading
post
.
'
Tell
me
,
pray
,
'
said
I
,
'
who
is
this
Mr.
Kurtz
?
'
"
'
The
chief
of
the
Inner
Station
,
'
he
answered
in
a
short
tone
,
looking
away
.
'
Much
obliged
,
'
I
said
,
laughing
.
'
And
you
are
the
brickmaker
of
the
Central
Station
.
Every
one
knows
that
.
'
He
was
silent
for
a
while
.
'
He
is
a
prodigy
,
'
he
said
at
last
.
'
He
is
an
emissary
of
pity
and
science
and
progress
,
and
devil
knows
what
else
.
We
want
,
'
he
began
to
declaim
suddenly
,
'
for
the
guidance
of
the
cause
intrusted
to
us
by
Europe
,
so
to
speak
,
higher
intelligence
,
wide
sympathies
,
a
singleness
of
purpose
.
'
'
Who
says
that
?
'
I
asked
.
'
Lots
of
them
,
'
he
replied
.
'
Some
even
write
that
;
and
so
HE
comes
here
,
a
special
being
,
as
you
ought
to
know
.
'
'
Why
ought
I
to
know
?
'
I
interrupted
,
really
surprised
.
He
paid
no
attention
.
'
Yes
.
Today
he
is
chief
of
the
best
station
,
next
year
he
will
be
assistant-manager
,
two
years
more
and
...
but
I
dare-say
you
know
what
he
will
be
in
two
years
'
time
.
You
are
of
the
new
gang
--
the
gang
of
virtue
.
The
same
people
who
sent
him
specially
also
recommended
you
.
Oh
,
do
n't
say
no
.
I
've
my
own
eyes
to
trust
.
'
Light
dawned
upon
me
.
My
dear
aunt
's
influential
acquaintances
were
producing
an
unexpected
effect
upon
that
young
man
.
I
nearly
burst
into
a
laugh
.
'
Do
you
read
the
Company
's
confidential
correspondence
?
'
I
asked
.
He
had
n't
a
word
to
say
.
It
was
great
fun
.
'
When
Mr.
Kurtz
,
'
I
continued
,
severely
,
'
is
General
Manager
,
you
wo
n't
have
the
opportunity
.
'
"
He
blew
the
candle
out
suddenly
,
and
we
went
outside
.
The
moon
had
risen
.
Black
figures
strolled
about
listlessly
,
pouring
water
on
the
glow
,
whence
proceeded
a
sound
of
hissing
;
steam
ascended
in
the
moonlight
,
the
beaten
nigger
groaned
somewhere
.
'
What
a
row
the
brute
makes
!
'
said
the
indefatigable
man
with
the
moustaches
,
appearing
near
us
.
'
Serve
him
right
.
Transgression
--
punishment
--
bang
!
Pitiless
,
pitiless
.
That
's
the
only
way
.
This
will
prevent
all
conflagrations
for
the
future
.
I
was
just
telling
the
manager
...
'
He
noticed
my
companion
,
and
became
crestfallen
all
at
once
.
'
Not
in
bed
yet
,
'
he
said
,
with
a
kind
of
servile
heartiness
;
'
it
's
so
natural
.
Ha
!
Danger
--
agitation
.
'
He
vanished
.
I
went
on
to
the
riverside
,
and
the
other
followed
me
.
I
heard
a
scathing
murmur
at
my
ear
,
'
Heap
of
muffs
--
go
to
.
'
The
pilgrims
could
be
seen
in
knots
gesticulating
,
discussing
.
Several
had
still
their
staves
in
their
hands
.
I
verily
believe
they
took
these
sticks
to
bed
with
them
.
Beyond
the
fence
the
forest
stood
up
spectrally
in
the
moonlight
,
and
through
that
dim
stir
,
through
the
faint
sounds
of
that
lamentable
courtyard
,
the
silence
of
the
land
went
home
to
one
's
very
heart
--
its
mystery
,
its
greatness
,
the
amazing
reality
of
its
concealed
life
.
The
hurt
nigger
moaned
feebly
somewhere
near
by
,
and
then
fetched
a
deep
sigh
that
made
me
mend
my
pace
away
from
there
.
I
felt
a
hand
introducing
itself
under
my
arm
.
