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“The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth.”

Quote by Joseph Conrad

Work

Heart of Darkness

Joseph Conrad's 'Heart of Darkness' is a seminal work that delves into the dark underbelly of colonialism and the psychological impact of exploration. The narrative follows Marlow, a seaman, as he navigates the treacherous Congo River and encounters the enigmatic Mr. Kurtz. more

Author

Joseph Conrad
Joseph Conrad

Joseph Conrad, born on December 3, 1857 in Poland and died on August 3, 1924 in the United Kingdom, was a renowned British author of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He is known for his profound descriptions of maritime life and his insightful explorations of human nature. more

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