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Marlow paused to put new life into his expiring cheroot, seemed to forget all about the story, and abruptly began again.
āMy fault of course. One has no business really to get interested. Itās a weakness of mine. His was of another kind. My weakness consists in not having a discriminating eye for the incidentalā āfor the externalsā āno eye for the hod of the ragpicker or the fine linen of the next man. Next manā āthatās it. I have met so many men,ā he pursued, with momentary sadnessā āāmet them too with a certainā ācertainā āimpact, let us say; like this fellow, for instanceā āand in each case all I could see was merely the human being. A confounded democratic quality of vision which may be better than total blindness, but has been of no advantage to me, I can assure you. Men expect one to take into account their fine linen. But I never could get up any enthusiasm about these things. Oh! itās a failing; itās a failing; and then comes a soft evening; a lot of men too indolent for whistā āand a story.ā āā ā¦ā
He paused again to wait for an encouraging remark, perhaps, but nobody spoke; only the host, as if reluctantly performing a duty, murmuredā ā
āYou are so subtle, Marlow.ā
āWho? I?ā said Marlow in a low voice. āOh no! But he was; and try as I may for the success of this yarn, I am missing innumerable shadesā āthey were so fine, so difficult to render in colourless words. Because he complicated matters by being so simple, tooā āthe simplest poor devil!ā āā ā¦ By Jove! he was amazing. There he sat telling me that just as I saw him before my eyes he wouldnāt be afraid to face anythingā āand believing in it too. I tell you it was fabulously innocent and it was enormous, enormous! I watched him covertly, just as though I had suspected him of an intention to take a jolly good rise out of me. He was confident that, on the square, āon the square, mind!ā there was nothing he couldnāt meet. Ever since he had been āso highāā āāquite a little chap,ā he had been preparing himself for all the difficulties that can beset one on land and water. He confessed proudly to this kind of foresight. He had been elaborating dangers and defences, expecting the worst, rehearsing his best. He must have led a most exalted existence. Can you fancy it? A succession of adventures, so much glory, such a victorious progress! and the deep sense of his sagacity crowning every day of his inner life. He forgot himself; his eyes shone; and with every word my heart, searched by the light of his absurdity, was growing heavier in my breast. I had no mind to laugh, and lest I should smile I made for myself a stolid face. He gave signs of irritation.
āāāIt is always the unexpected that happens,ā I said in a propitiatory tone. My obtuseness provoked him into a contemptuous āPshaw!ā I suppose he meant that the unexpected couldnāt touch him; nothing less than the unconceivable itself could get over his perfect state of preparation. He had been taken unawaresā āand he whispered to himself a malediction upon the waters and the firmament, upon the ship, upon the men. Everything had betrayed him! He had been tricked into that sort of high-minded resignation which prevented him lifting as much as his little finger, while these others who had a very clear perception of the actual necessity were tumbling against each other and sweating desperately over that boat business. Something had gone wrong there at the last moment. It appears that in their flurry they had contrived in some mysterious way to get the sliding bolt of the foremost boat-chock jammed tight, and forthwith had gone out of the remnants of their minds over the deadly nature of that accident. It must have been a pretty sight, the fierce industry of these beggars toiling on a motionless ship that floated quietly in the silence of a world asleep, fighting against time for the freeing of that boat, grovelling on all-fours, standing up in despair, tugging, pushing, snarling at each other venomously, ready to kill, ready to weep, and only kept from flying at each otherās throats by the fear of death that stood silent behind them like an inflexible and cold-eyed taskmaster. Oh yes! It must have been a pretty sight. He saw it all, he could talk about it with scorn and bitterness; he had a minute knowledge of it by means of some sixth sense, I conclude, because he swore to me he had remained apart without a glance at them and at the boatā āwithout one single glance. And I believe him. I should think he was too busy watching the threatening slant of the ship,
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