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If
I
had
heard
him
talk
,
only
two
days
ago
,
I
would
n't
dare
hint
at
such
a
thing
...
I
had
taken
up
my
binoculars
while
we
talked
,
and
was
looking
at
the
shore
,
sweeping
the
limit
of
the
forest
at
each
side
and
at
the
back
of
the
house
.
The
consciousness
of
there
being
people
in
that
bush
,
so
silent
,
so
quiet
--
as
silent
and
quiet
as
the
ruined
house
on
the
hill
--
made
me
uneasy
.
There
was
no
sign
on
the
face
of
nature
of
this
amazing
tale
that
was
not
so
much
told
as
suggested
to
me
in
desolate
exclamations
,
completed
by
shrugs
,
in
interrupted
phrases
,
in
hints
ending
in
deep
sighs
.
The
woods
were
unmoved
,
like
a
mask
--
heavy
,
like
the
closed
door
of
a
prison
--
they
looked
with
their
air
of
hidden
knowledge
,
of
patient
expectation
,
of
unapproachable
silence
.
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
.
Evidently
the
appetite
for
more
ivory
had
got
the
better
of
the
--
what
shall
I
say
?
--
less
material
aspirations
.
However
he
had
got
much
worse
suddenly
.
'
I
heard
he
was
lying
helpless
,
and
so
I
came
up
--
took
my
chance
,
'
said
the
Russian
.
'
Oh
,
he
is
bad
,
very
bad
.
'
I
directed
my
glass
to
the
house
.
There
were
no
signs
of
life
,
but
there
was
the
ruined
roof
,
the
long
mud
wall
peeping
above
the
grass
,
with
three
little
square
window-holes
,
no
two
of
the
same
size
;
all
this
brought
within
reach
of
my
hand
,
as
it
were
.
And
then
I
made
a
brusque
movement
,
and
one
of
the
remaining
posts
of
that
vanished
fence
leaped
up
in
the
field
of
my
glass
.
You
remember
I
told
you
I
had
been
struck
at
the
distance
by
certain
attempts
at
ornamentation
,
rather
remarkable
in
the
ruinous
aspect
of
the
place
.
Now
I
had
suddenly
a
nearer
view
,
and
its
first
result
was
to
make
me
throw
my
head
back
as
if
before
a
blow
.
Then
I
went
carefully
from
post
to
post
with
my
glass
,
and
I
saw
my
mistake
.
These
round
knobs
were
not
ornamental
but
symbolic
;
they
were
expressive
and
puzzling
,
striking
and
disturbing
--
food
for
thought
and
also
for
vultures
if
there
had
been
any
looking
down
from
the
sky
;
but
at
all
events
for
such
ants
as
were
industrious
enough
to
ascend
the
pole
.
They
would
have
been
even
more
impressive
,
those
heads
on
the
stakes
,
if
their
faces
had
not
been
turned
to
the
house
.
Only
one
,
the
first
I
had
made
out
,
was
facing
my
way
.
I
was
not
so
shocked
as
you
may
think
.
The
start
back
I
had
given
was
really
nothing
but
a
movement
of
surprise
.
I
had
expected
to
see
a
knob
of
wood
there
,
you
know
.
I
returned
deliberately
to
the
first
I
had
seen
--
and
there
it
was
,
black
,
dried
,
sunken
,
with
closed
eyelids
--
a
head
that
seemed
to
sleep
at
the
top
of
that
pole
,
and
,
with
the
shrunken
dry
lips
showing
a
narrow
white
line
of
the
teeth
,
was
smiling
,
too
,
smiling
continuously
at
some
endless
and
jocose
dream
of
that
eternal
slumber
.
"
I
am
not
disclosing
any
trade
secrets
.
In
fact
,
the
manager
said
afterwards
that
Mr.
Kurtz
's
methods
had
ruined
the
district
.
I
have
no
opinion
on
that
point
,
but
I
want
you
clearly
to
understand
that
there
was
nothing
exactly
profitable
in
these
heads
being
there
.
They
only
showed
that
Mr.
Kurtz
lacked
restraint
in
the
gratification
of
his
various
lusts
,
that
there
was
something
wanting
in
him
--
some
small
matter
which
,
when
the
pressing
need
arose
,
could
not
be
found
under
his
magnificent
eloquence
.
Whether
he
knew
of
this
deficiency
himself
I
ca
n't
say
.
I
think
the
knowledge
came
to
him
at
last
--
only
at
the
very
last
.
But
the
wilderness
had
found
him
out
early
,
and
had
taken
on
him
a
terrible
vengeance
for
the
fantastic
invasion
.
I
think
it
had
whispered
to
him
things
about
himself
which
he
did
not
know
,
things
of
which
he
had
no
conception
till
he
took
counsel
with
this
great
solitude
--
and
the
whisper
had
proved
irresistibly
fascinating
.
It
echoed
loudly
within
him
because
he
was
hollow
at
the
core
...
I
put
down
the
glass
,
and
the
head
that
had
appeared
near
enough
to
be
spoken
to
seemed
at
once
to
have
leaped
away
from
me
into
inaccessible
distance
.
"
The
admirer
of
Mr.
Kurtz
was
a
bit
crestfallen
.
In
a
hurried
,
indistinct
voice
he
began
to
assure
me
he
had
not
dared
to
take
these
--
say
,
symbols
--
down
.
He
was
not
afraid
of
the
natives
;
they
would
not
stir
till
Mr.
Kurtz
gave
the
word
.
His
ascendancy
was
extraordinary
.
The
camps
of
these
people
surrounded
the
place
,
and
the
chiefs
came
every
day
to
see
him
.
They
would
crawl
...
'
I
do
n't
want
to
know
anything
of
the
ceremonies
used
when
approaching
Mr.
Kurtz
,
'
I
shouted
.
Curious
,
this
feeling
that
came
over
me
that
such
details
would
be
more
intolerable
than
those
heads
drying
on
the
stakes
under
Mr.
Kurtz
's
windows
.
After
all
,
that
was
only
a
savage
sight
,
while
I
seemed
at
one
bound
to
have
been
transported
into
some
lightless
region
of
subtle
horrors
,
where
pure
,
uncomplicated
savagery
was
a
positive
relief
,
being
something
that
had
a
right
to
exist
--
obviously
--
in
the
sunshine
.
The
young
man
looked
at
me
with
surprise
.
I
suppose
it
did
not
occur
to
him
that
Mr.
Kurtz
was
no
idol
of
mine
.
He
forgot
I
had
n'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
?
There
had
been
enemies
,
criminals
,
workers
--
and
these
were
rebels
.
Those
rebellious
heads
looked
very
subdued
to
me
on
their
sticks
.
'
You
do
n't
know
how
such
a
life
tries
a
man
like
Kurtz
,
'
cried
Kurtz
's
last
disciple
.
'
Well
,
and
you
?
'
I
said
.
'
I
!
I
!
I
am
a
simple
man
.
I
have
no
great
thoughts
.
I
want
nothing
from
anybody
.
How
can
you
compare
me
to
...
?
'
His
feelings
were
too
much
for
speech
,
and
suddenly
he
broke
down
.
'
I
do
n't
understand
,
'
he
groaned
.
'
I
've
been
doing
my
best
to
keep
him
alive
,
and
that
's
enough
.
I
had
no
hand
in
all
this
.
I
have
no
abilities
.
There
has
n't
been
a
drop
of
medicine
or
a
mouthful
of
invalid
food
for
months
here
.
He
was
shamefully
abandoned
.
A
man
like
this
,
with
such
ideas
.
Shamefully
!
Shamefully
!
I
--
I
--
have
n't
slept
for
the
last
ten
nights
...
'
"
His
voice
lost
itself
in
the
calm
of
the
evening
.
The
long
shadows
of
the
forest
had
slipped
downhill
while
we
talked
,
had
gone
far
beyond
the
ruined
hovel
,
beyond
the
symbolic
row
of
stakes
.
All
this
was
in
the
gloom
,
while
we
down
there
were
yet
in
the
sunshine
,
and
the
stretch
of
the
river
abreast
of
the
clearing
glittered
in
a
still
and
dazzling
splendour
,
with
a
murky
and
overshadowed
bend
above
and
below
.
Not
a
living
soul
was
seen
on
the
shore
.
The
bushes
did
not
rustle
.
"
Suddenly
round
the
corner
of
the
house
a
group
of
men
appeared
,
as
though
they
had
come
up
from
the
ground
.
They
waded
waist-deep
in
the
grass
,
in
a
compact
body
,
bearing
an
improvised
stretcher
in
their
midst
.
Instantly
,
in
the
emptiness
of
the
landscape
,
a
cry
arose
whose
shrillness
pierced
the
still
air
like
a
sharp
arrow
flying
straight
to
the
very
heart
of
the
land
;
and
,
as
if
by
enchantment
,
streams
of
human
beings
--
of
naked
human
beings
--
with
spears
in
their
hands
,
with
bows
,
with
shields
,
with
wild
glances
and
savage
movements
,
were
poured
into
the
clearing
by
the
dark-faced
and
pensive
forest
.
The
bushes
shook
,
the
grass
swayed
for
a
time
,
and
then
everything
stood
still
in
attentive
immobility
.
