"Heart of Darkness"
by Joseph Conrad

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     One day he remarked, without lifting his head, "In the interior you will no doubt meet Mr. Kurtz."

     On my asking who Mr. Kurtz was, he said he was a first-class agent; and seeing my disappointment at this information, he added slowly, laying down his pen, "He is a very remarkable person."

     Further questions elicited from him that Mr. Kurtz was at present in charge of a trading-post, a very important one, in the true ivory-country, at "the very bottom of there. Sends in as much ivory as all the others put together . . ." He began to write again. The sick man was too ill to groan. The flies buzzed in a great peace.


     Suddenly there was a growing murmur of voices and a great tramping of feet. A caravan had come in. A violent babble of uncouth sounds burst out on the other side of the planks. All the carriers were speaking together, and in the midst of the uproar the lamentable voice of the chief agent was heard "giving it up" tearfully for the twentieth time that day... He rose slowly.

     "What a frightful row," he said. He crossed the room gently to look at the sick man, and returning, said to me, "He does not hear."

     "What! Dead?" I asked, startled.

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