His was an impenetrable darkness. I looked at him as you peer down at a man who is lying at the bottom of a precipice where the sun never shines.

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

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is detestable. And it has a fascination, too, which goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

They had behind them, to my mind, the terrific suggestiveness of words heard in dreams, of phrases spoken in nightmares.

The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealth, the germs of empires.

When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages--hate them to the death.