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           "Thecurrentwasmorerapidnow,thesteamerseemedatherlastgasp,thestern-wheelfloppedlanguidly,andIcaughtmyselflisteningontiptoeforthenextbeatoftheboat,forinsobertruthIexpectedthewretchedthingtogiveupeverymoment.Itwaslikewatchingthelastflickersofalife.Butstillwecrawled.SometimesIwouldpickoutatreealittlewayaheadtomeasureourprogresstowardsKurtzby,butIlostitinvariablybeforewegotabreast.Tokeeptheeyessolongononethingwastoomuchforhumanpatience.Themanagerdisplayedabeautifulresignation.IfrettedandfumedandtooktoarguingwithmyselfwhetherornoIwouldtalkopenlywithKurtz;butbeforeIcouldcometoanyconclusionitoccurredtomethatmyspeechormysilence,indeedanyactionofmine,wouldbeamerefutility.Whatdiditmatterwhatanyonekneworignored?Whatdiditmatterwhowasmanager?Onegetssometimessuchaflashofinsight.Theessentialsofthisaffairlaydeepunderthesurface,beyondmyreach,andbeyondmypowerofmeddling.

           "TowardstheeveningoftheseconddaywejudgedourselvesabouteightmilesfromKurtz’sstation.Iwantedtopushon;butthemanagerlookedgrave,andtoldmethenavigationuptherewassodangerousthatitwouldbeadvisable,thesunbeingverylowalready,towaitwhereweweretillnextmorning.Moreover,hepointedoutthatifthewarningtoapproachcautiouslyweretobefollowed,wemustapproachindaylight—notatduskorinthedark.Thiswassensibleenough.