"You should have heard him say, ‘My ivory.’...Everything belonged to him – but that
was a trifle. The thing was to know what he belonged to, how many powers of
darkness claimed him for their own. "
"The monotonous beating of a big drum filled the air with muffled shocks and a
lingering vibration...flat wall of the woods as the humming of bees comes out of a hive,
and had a strange narcotic effect upon my half-awake senses."
“Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating
Buddha...”
Buddha...”
