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Chapter 1
ThissimplybecauseIhadanotionitsomehowwouldbeofhelptothatKurtzwhomatthetimeIdidnotsee—youunderstand.Hewasjustawordforme.Ididnotseethemaninthenameanymorethanyoudo.Doyouseehim?Doyouseethestory?Doyouseeanything?ItseemstomeIamtryingtotellyouyadream—makingavainattempt,becausenorelationofadreamcanconveythedream-sensation,thatcomminglingofabsurdity,surprise,andbewildermentinatremorofstrugglingrevolt,thatnotionofbeingcapturedbytheincrediblewhichisoftheveryessenceofdreams..."
Hewassilentforawhile.
"...No,itisimpossible;itisimpossibletoconveythelife-sensationofanygivenepochofone’sexistence—thatwhichmakesitstruth,itsmeaning—itssubtleandpenetratingessence.Itisimpossible.Welive,aswedream—alone..."
Hepausedagainasifreflecting,thenadded:
"OfcourseinthisyoufellowsseemorethanIcouldthen.Youseeme,whomyouknow..."
Ithadbecomesopitchdarkthatwelistenerscouldhardlyseeoneanother.Foralongtimealreadyhe,sittingapart,hadbeennomoretousthanavoice.Therewasnotawordfromanybody.Theothersmighthavebeenasleep,butIwasawake.Ilistened,Ilistenedonthewatchforthesentence,fortheword,thatwouldgivemethecluetothefaintuneasinessinspiredbythisnarrativethatseemedtoshapeitselfwithouthumanlipsintheheavynight-airoftheriver.
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