Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad16 Feb 2009
It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream–making a vain
attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation,
that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of
struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which
is of the very essence of dreams. . . .”
He was silent for a while.
”. . . No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the
life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence,–that which
makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle and penetrating essence. It is
impossible. We live, as we dream–alone. . . .”
I am, like, so emo..