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A
black
figure
stood
up
,
strode
on
long
black
legs
,
waving
long
black
arms
,
across
the
glow
.
It
had
horns
--
antelope
horns
,
I
think
--
on
its
head
.
Some
sorcerer
,
some
witch-man
,
no
doubt
:
it
looked
fiendlike
enough
.
'
Do
you
know
what
you
are
doing
?
'
I
whispered
.
'
Perfectly
,
'
he
answered
,
raising
his
voice
for
that
single
word
:
it
sounded
to
me
far
off
and
yet
loud
,
like
a
hail
through
a
speaking-trumpet
.
'
If
he
makes
a
row
we
are
lost
,
'
I
thought
to
myself
.
This
clearly
was
not
a
case
for
fisticuffs
,
even
apart
from
the
very
natural
aversion
I
had
to
beat
that
Shadow
--
this
wandering
and
tormented
thing
.
'
You
will
be
lost
,
'
I
said
--
'
utterly
lost
.
'
One
gets
sometimes
such
a
flash
of
inspiration
,
you
know
.
I
did
say
the
right
thing
,
though
indeed
he
could
not
have
been
more
irretrievably
lost
than
he
was
at
this
very
moment
,
when
the
foundations
of
our
intimacy
were
being
laid
--
to
endure
--
to
endure
--
even
to
the
end
--
even
beyond
.
"
'
I
had
immense
plans
,
'
he
muttered
irresolutely
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
I
;
'
but
if
you
try
to
shout
I
'll
smash
your
head
with
--
'
There
was
not
a
stick
or
a
stone
near
.
'
I
will
throttle
you
for
good
,
'
I
corrected
myself
.
'
I
was
on
the
threshold
of
great
things
,
'
he
pleaded
,
in
a
voice
of
longing
,
with
a
wistfulness
of
tone
that
made
my
blood
run
cold
.
'
And
now
for
this
stupid
scoundrel
--
'
'
Your
success
in
Europe
is
assured
in
any
case
,
'
I
affirmed
steadily
.
I
did
not
want
to
have
the
throttling
of
him
,
you
understand
--
and
indeed
it
would
have
been
very
little
use
for
any
practical
purpose
.
I
tried
to
break
the
spell
--
the
heavy
,
mute
spell
of
the
wilderness
--
that
seemed
to
draw
him
to
its
pitiless
breast
by
the
awakening
of
forgotten
and
brutal
instincts
,
by
the
memory
of
gratified
and
monstrous
passions
.
This
alone
,
I
was
convinced
,
had
driven
him
out
to
the
edge
of
the
forest
,
to
the
bush
,
towards
the
gleam
of
fires
,
the
throb
of
drums
,
the
drone
of
weird
incantations
;
this
alone
had
beguiled
his
unlawful
soul
beyond
the
bounds
of
permitted
aspirations
.
And
,
do
n't
you
see
,
the
terror
of
the
position
was
not
in
being
knocked
on
the
head
--
though
I
had
a
very
lively
sense
of
that
danger
,
too
--
but
in
this
,
that
I
had
to
deal
with
a
being
to
whom
I
could
not
appeal
in
the
name
of
anything
high
or
low
.
I
had
,
even
like
the
niggers
,
to
invoke
him
--
himself
--
his
own
exalted
and
incredible
degradation
.
There
was
nothing
either
above
or
below
him
,
and
I
knew
it
.
He
had
kicked
himself
loose
of
the
earth
.
Confound
the
man
!
he
had
kicked
the
very
earth
to
pieces
.
He
was
alone
,
and
I
before
him
did
not
know
whether
I
stood
on
the
ground
or
floated
in
the
air
.
I
've
been
telling
you
what
we
said
--
repeating
the
phrases
we
pronounced
--
but
what
's
the
good
?
They
were
common
everyday
words
--
the
familiar
,
vague
sounds
exchanged
on
every
waking
day
of
life
.
But
what
of
that
?
They
had
behind
them
,
to
my
mind
,
the
terrific
suggestiveness
of
words
heard
in
dreams
,
of
phrases
spoken
in
nightmares
.
Soul
!
If
anybody
ever
struggled
with
a
soul
,
I
am
the
man
.
And
I
was
n't
arguing
with
a
lunatic
either
.
Believe
me
or
not
,
his
intelligence
was
perfectly
clear
--
concentrated
,
it
is
true
,
upon
himself
with
horrible
intensity
,
yet
clear
;
and
therein
was
my
only
chance
--
barring
,
of
course
,
the
killing
him
there
and
then
,
which
was
n't
so
good
,
on
account
of
unavoidable
noise
.
But
his
soul
was
mad
.
Being
alone
in
the
wilderness
,
it
had
looked
within
itself
,
and
,
by
heavens
!
I
tell
you
,
it
had
gone
mad
.
I
had
--
for
my
sins
,
I
suppose
--
to
go
through
the
ordeal
of
looking
into
it
myself
.
No
eloquence
could
have
been
so
withering
to
one
's
belief
in
mankind
as
his
final
burst
of
sincerity
.
He
struggled
with
himself
,
too
.
I
saw
it
--
I
heard
it
.
I
saw
the
inconceivable
mystery
of
a
soul
that
knew
no
restraint
,
no
faith
,
and
no
fear
,
yet
struggling
blindly
with
itself
.
I
kept
my
head
pretty
well
;
but
when
I
had
him
at
last
stretched
on
the
couch
,
I
wiped
my
forehead
,
while
my
legs
shook
under
me
as
though
I
had
carried
half
a
ton
on
my
back
down
that
hill
.
And
yet
I
had
only
supported
him
,
his
bony
arm
clasped
round
my
neck
--
and
he
was
not
much
heavier
than
a
child
.
"
When
next
day
we
left
at
noon
,
the
crowd
,
of
whose
presence
behind
the
curtain
of
trees
I
had
been
acutely
conscious
all
the
time
,
flowed
out
of
the
woods
again
,
filled
the
clearing
,
covered
the
slope
with
a
mass
of
naked
,
breathing
,
quivering
,
bronze
bodies
.
I
steamed
up
a
bit
,
then
swung
down
stream
,
and
two
thousand
eyes
followed
the
evolutions
of
the
splashing
,
thumping
,
fierce
river-demon
beating
the
water
with
its
terrible
tail
and
breathing
black
smoke
into
the
air
.
In
front
of
the
first
rank
,
along
the
river
,
three
men
,
plastered
with
bright
red
earth
from
head
to
foot
,
strutted
to
and
fro
restlessly
.
When
we
came
abreast
again
,
they
faced
the
river
,
stamped
their
feet
,
nodded
their
horned
heads
,
swayed
their
scarlet
bodies
;
they
shook
towards
the
fierce
river-demon
a
bunch
of
black
feathers
,
a
mangy
skin
with
a
pendent
tail
--
something
that
looked
a
dried
gourd
;
they
shouted
periodically
together
strings
of
amazing
words
that
resembled
no
sounds
of
human
language
;
and
the
deep
murmurs
of
the
crowd
,
interrupted
suddenly
,
were
like
the
responses
of
some
satanic
litany
.
"
We
had
carried
Kurtz
into
the
pilot-house
:
there
was
more
air
there
.
Lying
on
the
couch
,
he
stared
through
the
open
shutter
.
There
was
an
eddy
in
the
mass
of
human
bodies
,
and
the
woman
with
helmeted
head
and
tawny
cheeks
rushed
out
to
the
very
brink
of
the
stream
.
She
put
out
her
hands
,
shouted
something
,
and
all
that
wild
mob
took
up
the
shout
in
a
roaring
chorus
of
articulated
,
rapid
,
breathless
utterance
.
"
'
Do
you
understand
this
?
'
I
asked
.
"
He
kept
on
looking
out
past
me
with
fiery
,
longing
eyes
,
with
a
mingled
expression
of
wistfulness
and
hate
.
He
made
no
answer
,
but
I
saw
a
smile
,
a
smile
of
indefinable
meaning
,
appear
on
his
colourless
lips
that
a
moment
after
twitched
convulsively
.
'
Do
I
not
?
'
he
said
slowly
,
gasping
,
as
if
the
words
had
been
torn
out
of
him
by
a
supernatural
power
.
