...not Jnhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of 7E— thTssuspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped,...their humanity — like yours — the thought of your jsgnotejonship look Tiponthft shackled form 6! a mnqnprprl Tnnnjtpi-j but passionate uproaj^_ Ugly,...

...the savage orgies described in Heart of Darkness, he realizes it. "No, they were not inhuman. ... It would come slowly to one. They howled, and leaped,...remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. . . . And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything because everything is in it, all the past...

...not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it, this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped and...passionate uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough, but if yon were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a...

...inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it — this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped,...remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar" ("Heart of Darkness"). It is strange that, historically speaking, the existence of "prehistoric men"...

...not inhuman. Well, you know, that was me worst of it - this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped,...remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Ugh/. Joseph Conraf 'Ugly', indeed, unbelievably ugly, were all the fruits of white men's four centuries...

...inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it — this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped,...faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you...

...monstrous. The very point of the novel is that which Marlow registered about the natives in the Congo: 'what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity - like yours.' Unlike Dickens', Conrad's full irony turns on the reader. What thrills you about the Verlocs is just...

...form of a conquered monster, but there — there you could look at a thing monstrous and free. . . . what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity...remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. ... if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace...

...inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it — this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped,...their humanity — like yours — the thought of your remotest kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness THE HUMAN ACTIVITY...

...not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it - this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped,...remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar" (Conrad [1902] 1973, 51). Conrad is a transitional figure on the question of universality. For him...