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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: lost in getting to him. I missed my late helmsman awfully--
I missed him even while his body was still lying in the
pilot-house. Perhaps you will think it passing strange this
regret for a savage who was no more account than a grain
of sand in a black Sahara. Well, don't you see, he had
done something, he had steered; for months I had him at my back--
a help--an instrument. It was a kind of partnership.
He steered for me--I had to look after him, I worried about
his deficiencies, and thus a subtle bond had been created,
of which I only became aware when it was suddenly broken.
And the intimate profundity of that look he gave me when
Heart of Darkness |
