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“Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, 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.” “What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of an unknown earth! . . . The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealths, the germs of empires.”

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"Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they had all gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch"

"'Light came out of this river since—you say knights? Yes; but it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker—may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling."

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"One ship is not that different from another,"

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"'And this also,' said Marlow suddenly, "'has been one of the dark places of the  earth.'"

"... as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men."

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“A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness."

“Lights of ships moved in the fairway—a great stir of lights going up and going down. And farther west on the upper reaches the place of the monstrous town was still marked ominously on the sky, a brooding gloom in sunshine, a lurid glare under the stars.”

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"The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marsh was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds."

"'And this also,' said Marlow suddenly, 'has been one of the dark places of the earth.'"

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"Forthwith a change came over the waters, and the serenity became less brilliant but more profound."

"In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance;"

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"I began to worry them. This was already a fresh departure for me. I was not used to get things that way, you know. I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go.

I wouldn't have believed it of myself; but, then—you see I felt somehow I must get there by hook or by crook. So I worried them. The men said 'My dear fellow,' and did nothing. Then—would you believe it?—

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“The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretense but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea—something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to.”

"Black shapes crouched, lay, sat between the trees leaning against the trunks, clinging to the earth, half coming out, half effaced within the dim light, in all the attitudes of pain, abandonment, and despair."

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"And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from glowing white changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men."

"Only the gloom to the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more somber every minute, as if angered by the approach of the sun."

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"The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marsh was like a gauzy and radiant fabric... Only the gloom to the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more somber"

"Land in a swamp, March through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him—all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs... In the heart of men."

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"The air was dark above Gravesend, and farther back still seemed condensed into a mournful gloom, brooding motionless over the biggest, and the greatest, town on earth."

"Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire."

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"Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some island post feel the savagery, 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."

"For there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as its destiny."

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“The Director of Companies was our captain and our host. We four affectionately watched his back as he stood in the bows looking to seaward. On the whole river there was nothing that looked half so nautical. He resembled a pilot, which to a seaman is trustworthiness personified. It was difficult to realize his work was not out there in the luminous estuary, but behind him, within the brooding gloom.”

“They were men enough to face the darkness.”

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"Like a needle in a bundle of hay—cold, fog, tempests, disease, exile, and death"

"They were conquerors... robbery with violence, aggravated murder on a great scale"

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"One ship is very much like another, and the sea is always the same."

"The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much."

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"One ship is very much like another, and the sea is always the same."

"They grabbed what they could get for the sake of what was to be got."

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"The level of consciousness of the evil innate in all men."

"Marlow's journey becomes a descent into hell."