This project was for me to look into the narrative of "the Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad and from this I have created selection of images from the book which each have a quote which the images reflect upon.
"The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come and wait for the turn of the tide."
"Often far away there I thought of these two, guarding the door of Darkness, Knitting black wool as for a warm pall, one introducing, introducing continuously to the unknown, the other scrutinizing the cheery and foolish faces with unconcerned old eyes. Ave! Old Knitter of black wool.
Morituri te salutant. Not many of those she looked at ever saw her again - not half, by a long way."
"The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noes than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much."
"Nothing happened. Nothing could happen. There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight; and it was not dissipated by somebody on board assuring me earnestly there was a camp of native-- he called them enemies!- hidden out of sight somewhere"
"Trees, trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high; and in their foot, hugging the bank against the stream, crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle crawling on the floor of a lofty portico."
"I looked around, and I don't know why, but I assure you that never, never before, did this land , this river, this jungle, the very arch of this blazing sky, appear to me so hopeless and so dark, so impenetrable to human thought, so pitiless to human weakness.'
"Everything belonged to him -- that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him of their own. That was the reflection that made you creepy all over. It was impossible-- not good for one either-- trying to imagine. He had taken a high seat amongst the devils of the land--I mean literally. You can't understand--how could you?"
"The horror! The horror!"
"The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come and wait for the turn of the tide."
"Often far away there I thought of these two, guarding the door of Darkness, Knitting black wool as for a warm pall, one introducing, introducing continuously to the unknown, the other scrutinizing the cheery and foolish faces with unconcerned old eyes. Ave! Old Knitter of black wool. Morituri te salutant. Not many of those she looked at ever saw her again - not half, by a long way."
"The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noes than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much."
"Nothing happened. Nothing could happen. There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight; and it was not dissipated by somebody on board assuring me earnestly there was a camp of native-- he called them enemies!- hidden out of sight somewhere"
"Trees, trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high; and in their foot, hugging the bank against the stream, crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle crawling on the floor of a lofty portico."
"I looked around, and I don't know why, but I assure you that never, never before, did this land , this river, this jungle, the very arch of this blazing sky, appear to me so hopeless and so dark, so impenetrable to human thought, so pitiless to human weakness.'
"Everything belonged to him -- that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him of their own. That was the reflection that made you creepy all over. It was impossible-- not good for one either-- trying to imagine. He had taken a high seat amongst the devils of the land--I mean literally. You can't understand--how could you?" 
"The horror! The horror!"
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