—from Heart of Darkness (Part 3)
Joseph Conrad
[1]“One evening coming in with a candle I was startled to hear him say a little tremulously, ‘I am lying here in the dark waiting for death.’The light was within a foot of his eyes.I forced myself to murmur, ‘Oh, nonsense!’and stood over him as if transfixed,.
[2]“Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again.Oh, I wasn’t touched.I was fascinated,.It was as though a veil had been rent.I saw on that ivory face the expression of somber, pride, of ruthless,power, of craven terror—of an intense and hopeless despair.Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme,moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision—he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath:
[3]“‘The horror! The horror!’
[4]“I blew the candle out and left the cabin.The pilgrims were dining in the mess-room, and I took my place opposite the manager, who lifted his eyes to give me a questioning glance, which I successfully ignored.He leaned back, serene , with that peculiar smile of his sealing the unexpressed depths of his meanness .A continuous shower of small flies streamed upon the lamp, upon the cloth, upon our hands and faces.Suddenly the manager’s boy put his insolent black head in the doorway, and said in a tone of scathing contempt:
[5]“‘Mistah Kurtz—he dead.’
[6]“All the pilgrims rushed out to see.I remained, and went on with my dinner.I believe I was considered brutally callous .However, I did not eat much.There was a lamp in there—light, don’t you know—and outside it was so beastly , beastly dark.I went no more near the remarkable man who had pronounced a judgment upon the adventures of his soul on this earth.The voice was gone.What else had been there? But I am of course aware that next day the pilgrims buried something in a muddy hole.