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Heart of Darkness (1899) is a novella by Polish-English novelist Joseph Conrad. It tells the …
Gaur egunetik, dana deskubridu dogulakuan (eta pelikula asko ikusitta), nekez imajinau lajeikek orduko egoeria: Kongo ibarra bizi-bizi (europarren mapetan zuriune hutsa izan arren) eta zurixen baporrak errekan gora, intxaur-oskol intruso bat urezko eta oihanezko mundu ezezagun -baiña lehendik existente- batian. "We were wanderers on a prehistoric earth, on an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet. We could have fancied ourselves the first of men taking possession of an accursed inheritance, to be subdued at the cost of profound anguish and of excessive toil. But suddenly, as we struggled round a bend, there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked grass-roofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a mass of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling, under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage. The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy. …
Gaur egunetik, dana deskubridu dogulakuan (eta pelikula asko ikusitta), nekez imajinau lajeikek orduko egoeria: Kongo ibarra bizi-bizi (europarren mapetan zuriune hutsa izan arren) eta zurixen baporrak errekan gora, intxaur-oskol intruso bat urezko eta oihanezko mundu ezezagun -baiña lehendik existente- batian. "We were wanderers on a prehistoric earth, on an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet. We could have fancied ourselves the first of men taking possession of an accursed inheritance, to be subdued at the cost of profound anguish and of excessive toil. But suddenly, as we struggled round a bend, there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked grass-roofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a mass of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling, under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage. The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy. The prehistoric man was cursing us, praying to us, welcoming us—who could tell? We were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings; we glided past like phantoms, wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would be before an enthusiastic outbreak in a madhouse. We could not understand because we were too far and could not remember because we were travelling in the night of first ages, of those ages that are gone, leaving hardly a sign—and no memories".
