Annotations Heart of Darkness

Passage 1 I left in a french steamer The French Steam Ship and she called in every blamed port they contrive appear in that location, for, as far as I could see, the sole place of landing soldiers and custom-house officers. I watched the border. Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is identical thinking about an enigma. comparison comparing the coast slipping by the ship to a mystery. There it is before you smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, Personification Giving humanlike features to the coast. rise and find out. This single was close featureless, as if still in the making, with an aspect of mo nononous grimness. Suggesting that the coast invites us to uncover its secrets. The edge of a great jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black by using these two words is the author purposely trying to intimate racial discrimination.? , fringed with smock surf, ran at once, like a command line, far, far onward along a blue sea whose glint was blurred by a creeping mist. The sun was fierce, the land seemed to glow and drip with steam. Here and there grayish-whitish specks showed up clustered inside the purity surf, with a flag gasifying above them perhaps. Whitish specks symbolize the white settle manpowerts. Settle workforcets some centuries old, and still no bigger than pinheads on the untouched country of their background. They looked so small in the huge jungle. We pounded along, stopped, land symmetricalness soldiers went on, landed Parallelism custom-house clerks to levy toll in what looked like a God-forsaken wilderness, with a tin shed and a flag-pole lost in it landed Parallelism more soldiers to take care of the custom-house clerks, presumably. Some, I heard, got drowned in the surf merely whether they did or not, nobody seemed particularly to care.They were just flung out there, and on we went. both day the coast looked the same, as though we had not moved plainly we passed various places trading places with names like Gran Bassam, Little Popo names that seemed to operate to some sordid farce acted in front of a black back-cloth. The idleness of a passenger, my isolation amongst all these men with whom I had no point of contact, the oily and languid sea, the uniform somberness of the coast, Using descriptive language to describe the calm motionless sea seemed to keep me away from the truth of social functions, within the toil of a mournful and understandingless delusion.The interpretive program of the surf heard now and then was a positive pleasure, like the quarrel of a brother. The sound of the waves was a calm sound for him and he compares it to the voice of a brother using a simile. It was something natural that had its evidence that had a meaning. Now and then a boat from the strand gave one a momentary contact with reality. Sometimes the boat on the shore reminded him of realitythis quote touches the theme of the stor y, It was paddled by black fellows. Black fellows antiblack language-(You could see from afar the white of their eyeballs glistening.They shouted, sang their bodies streamed with perspiration they had faces like howling(a) masks Is this a caricature, its describing the features of the blacks as a grotesque mask which to me sounds exaggerated and inaccurate. How arse you say that about someone? Isnt that a bit condescending, comparing their faces to an ugly mask (simile) these chaps but they had bone, muscle, a wild vitality, an intense nada of movement, descriptive language describing their sharp features. that was as natural and true as the surf along their coast.They wanted no excuse for beingness there. They were a great comfort to look at. For a time I would olfactory property I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts. What are the straight forward facts and who defines them? But the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away. Once, I remember, we came upon a man-of-war anchored off the coast. There wasnt purge a shed there, and she was shelling the bush. It appears the French had one of their wars going on thereabouts.Her ensign dropped limp like a rag the muzzles of the long six-inch guns stuck out all over the low hull the greasy, slimy s advantageously swung her up lazily and let her down, swaying her thin masts. In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Onomatopoeia(Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns a small ardor would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a diminutive projectile would give a feeble screech and nothing happened. cypher could happen.There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding Touch of alienation is no t the lateral meaning of the word, in this case it so-and-so be used as a figure of speech, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight and it was not dissipated by somebody on board assuring me ea rnestly there was a camp of natives he called them enemies hidden out of sight somewhere. Passage 2 We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness. It has a literal and tropical meaning. Literal in that the river shrunk as they continued on with their journey and opened up from the front.Its figurative in that the heart of darkness symbolizes the things unknown and the things which represent or celebrate a larger importance. It was very quiet there. At night sometimes the roll of drums behind the curtain of trees would run up the river and remain uphold faintly, as if hovering in the air high over our heads, till the front break of day. Whether it meant war, peace, or prayer we could not part. We were wanderers on outgoing earth, on an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet.They had gone so far off, that they went commensurate to recognize anything and thus they mat like they were born again as they went further down into the heart of darkness. We co uld have fancied ourselves the first of men taking possession of an accursed inheritance, to be subdued at the damage of profound anguish and of excessive toil. But suddenly, as we struggled round a bend, there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked brand hoofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a bundle of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling, Parallelism(of) under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage. .. The prehistoric man was cursing us, praying to us, welcoming us-who Parallelism (was) could tell. Who is to judge whether they were welcoming them or abusing them. This passage shows uncertainty in that nothing seems understandable. ? We were cut off from the inclusion body of our surroundings we glided past like phantoms, Simile in that as the glided past no one find oneselfd them and like a ghost it almost wasnt real. Nothing seemed real, and their presence was insignifi go offt. They were invisible. ondering and secretly ap palled, as sane men would be before an enthusiastic outbreak in a madhouse. Analogy As they tried to discover the unknown just like men from a mad house released and waiting to get out and notice everything. could not understand because we were too far and could not remember, because we were traveling in the night of first ages, of those ages that are gone, leaving hardly a sign-and no memories. The earth seemed unearthly. Paradox We are accustomed to 1ook upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there there you could look at a thing monstrous and free.It was unearthly, and the men wereNo, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it-this suspicion of their not being inhuman. I would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces but what stimulate you was just the thought of their humanity-like yours-the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and aroused uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough They were horrified and unable to recognize there surroundings. They felt like they had been born again into a world waiting to be re discovered. ut if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you -you so remote from tile night of the first agescould comprehend. And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything-because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage-who can tell? -but truth-truth stripped of its cloak of time. Let the fool gape and shudder-the man knows, and can look on without a wink.But he must at least(prenominal) be as much of a man as these on the shore. He must meet that truth with his own true stuff-with his innate strength. They were searching for the truthbut what was really the truth? Principles wont do. Acquisitions, clothes, pretty ragsrags that would fly off at the first good shake. No you want a deliberate belief. An appeal to me in this fiendish row-is there? Very well I hear I admit, but I have a voice, Parallelism (I ) too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. Of course, a fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe.