The Chapman lighhouse shone strongly
And this also...said Marlow suddenly, has been one of the dark places of the Earth…
He was the only man of us who still followed the sea. He was a seaman, but he was a wanderer, too. His remark was accepted in silence.
" I was thinking of very old times, when the Romans first came here, nineteen hundred years ago. Imagine the feelings of a comander of a trereme in the Mediterranean, ordered suddenly to the north, put in charge of one of these craft the legionaries used to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two. if we may believe what we read. Imagine him here-the very end of the world, and going up this river, no much to eat, only the Thames wáter to drink. Here and there a military camp lost in a wilderness. They must have been dying like flies here. They were men enough to face the darkness. There s no initiation into such mysteries. They have to live in the midst of the incomprensible, which is also detesable. Imagine the growing regrets , the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate "
He paused.
"Mind", he began again. " Mind, none of us would fell exactly like this. What saves us is efficiency-the devotion to efficiency. But these chaps were not colonists. They were conquerors and for that you want only brute forcé- nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strengh is just an accident arising from the weakness of others. The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexión or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much "
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