...house on the hill — made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing...

...house on the hill — made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing...

...house on the hill — made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing...

...ruined house on the hill—made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...ending in deep sighs. The woods were unmoved, like a mask—heavy, like the closed door of a prison—they looked with their air of hidden knowledge, of...

...side and at the back of the house. The consciousness of there being people In that bush, so silent, eo quiet — as silent and quiet as the ruined house...the glass. The Russian was telling me that it was 222 223 only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing along with him that lake tribe....

...Russian mariner's tale to the woods: "There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs" (129). A word is a sound, and speech only a series of grimaces, at the moment of insight which comes...

...ruined house on the hill - made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing...

...of other quests and journeys, Kurtz's own story is at last conveyed to Marlow in a non-narrated way, 'in desolate exclamations, completed by shrugs, in...interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs' (HD, p. 93). It becomes one among a series of possible plots, of alternative signifying systems, that...

...heads on the stakes" (96). In the meantime Marlow listens to the inarticulate tale of the harlequin "not so much told as suggested to me in desolate exclamations,...interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs" (96). Only a portion of Marlow's tale is primary information, and his entire "yarn" is filtered through...

...ruined house on the hill - made me uneasy. There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate...patient expectation, of unapproachable silence. The Russian was explaining to me that it was only lately that Mr. Kurtz had come down to the river, bringing...