CHAPTER I

This play begin with the scene from the deck of a ship named Nellie as it rests at anchor at the mouth
of the River Thames, near London. The five men on board the shipthe Director of Companies, the
Lawyer, the Accountant, the Narrator, and Marlow, old friends from their seafaring dayssettle down to
await the changing of the tide.
They all knew each other well, and we all shared a passion for the sea

Marlow was the only one still a professional sailor. His stories were not simple tales.
Into his stories, he tried to understand the people and the places where the stories had taken place.
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CHAPTER II
He sailed for Africa in a French steamer, Marlow went on. They stopped at every port on the way to
land soldiers and customs officers.
Once we passed a French warship anchored near the coast. And they saw her guns into the jungle.
Imagine firing a gun into that mass of jungle. Someone said they were firing at their enemies, hidden
out of sight somewhere. Nothing happened at all.
At last we came to the mouth of the great river. His boat was waiting for him two hundred miles up the
river
While he was walking, he saw broken machine lying here, too. Then he heard an explosion.
The company was excavating near the river.
He walked on. There were black bodies lying on the ground all around him. They were company
workers - the ones who had fallen ill and were going to die. The survivors are waiting a help, but no
one helped them. It was terrible.
In this chapter he meets to Kurtz, that he was the accountant company in a big city.
Both walked along te jungle paths without seeing anyone else.

CHAPTER III

Marlow began work on the steamer as soon as he could.

After a difficult overland trek, Marlow arrives at the Company's Central Station, where he learns that
the steamer he was supposed to command has been wrecked. He meets the local manager, an
unlikable and unfeeling man, who mentions that Mr. Kurtz is rumored to be ill at his station upriver and
that it's essential to get to him as soon as possible
Finally this chapter finishes with the conversation about a hippopotamus that lived near the river.
The young agent said: that animal has a charmed life.
Then the young agent gave him to Marlow a significant. only animal have a charmed life here in Africa.
Human beings do not.

CHAPTER IV
He went back on board the steamer and talked to the boiler marker. They got along well together, and
he was a good worker.
In three weeks, they will arrive. But they didnt arrive. Something else arrived instead. It was the
Eldorado Expedition. This consisted of little groups of men who arrived at the station
They just wanted ivory, and the money they could earn from it. They were like men on a pilgrimage a
pilgrimage for ivory
Dozing one evening on the deck of his steamer, Marlow overhears a conversation between the
manager and his uncle, an explorer. It's obvious that the manager despises Kurtz-partly for his high
ideals and partly because, like the young agent, he resents Kurtz's abilities.
A few days later the Eldorado expedition disappeared into the jungle. They heard, much later, that all of
the donkeys died in the jungle. He did not know what happened to the men and their ivory.
The rivets had arrived by then, and he was excited at the prospect of meeting Kurtz very soon.

CHAPTER V
Of course it was not very soon before he met Kurtz. The journey up the river took two months. It was
like travelling back in time to the beginning of the world, to a time when there was just forest and trees.
The river was wide but shallow, so it was always difficult to find the deep channel for the steamer.
There were little islands of sand in the middle of the river, and there was the constant danger of
running aground on them. Sometimes the steamer did touch the bottom of the river. Then the cannibals

we had taken on as crew had to get out and push her through it. They were fine fellows, those
cannibals.
Sometimes we saw a little trading station on the riverbank. They were miserable places.
After three months of repairs, Marlow, the manager, and a crew of three or four whites and some 30
Africans begin the tedious voyage upriver to Kurtz's station, through a jungle that strikes Marlow as
weird, foreboding, and gigantic. Fifty miles below the station they come upon a reed hut with wood
stacked for the steamboat and a message for them to approach cautiously.
A couple of mornings later they awaken surrounded by a thick fog through which they hear a tumult of
threatening cries. Once the fog lifts they set sail again. Suddenly they're assailed by a shower of
arrows. As the white men on board fire hysterically (and ineptly) into the brush, Marlow steers close to
the shore to avoid a snag, and his African helmsman gets a spear between the ribs. Marlow jerks at the
steam whistle, and as it screeches the attackers flee in terror at the noise. He casts the dead
helmsman overboard in order to keep the hungry cannibal crew from being tempted by such a meal.
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CHAPTER VII
I wanted to know what darkness had taken hold of him.
Kurtz was a man on his own. He had no support from other people. He had to rely on his own
character and strength, and on his ideas.
I learned that the International Society for the suppression of had written it, too, before the failed. I read
it and it was a brilliant document. He wrote that white men must seem like gods to the natives. That we
could use that power to do good for Africa. It was a passionate argument, a highly moral view of the
European role. And right at the end of the beautifully written document there was a single sentence: Kill
all the brutes.
I could see some wooden post standing around the building. They were decorated with round balls.
Soon they arrive at the Inner Station, where they're greeted enthusiastically by a young Russian sailor
who has been nursing Kurtz through a grave illness; it was he who left the pile of wood and the
message. The wilderness, we learn, preyed on Kurtz's nerves, and he began to go mad; he
participated in "unspeakable rites" and scrawled at the end of a high-toned, idealistic report about
improving the savages through benevolence, "Exterminate all the brutes!" Although the Russian is a

fanatical admirer of Kurtz's brilliance, he admits that Kurtz seized his ivory from the Africans through
violence, brutality, and intimidation.

CHAPTER VIII
I looked the man in astonishment. He seemed such an impossible sort of man, in his coloured clothes,
and with his enthusiasm for Kurtz.
Kurtz disappeared into the jungle by himself. But he is going to carry guns.
I heard that he was very ill, so I came here to look after him. He said.
I studied the station house through my binoculars while the man was talking. I could see the half
ruined house and the wooden posts. Suddenly I found myself looking at one of the balls on top of the
posts.
They were not ornament they were human skulls.
Even as he's chattering, Marlow notices that the posts in front of the station house are crowned with
heads.
He said he was not afraid of the natives. The chiefs came every day to see Mr. Kurtz. They would
crawl.
I dont want to hear about his horrible ceremonies. I shouted.
I have tried to keep him alive. I dont know anything about all this. Kurtz was abandoned here without
medicine and without proper food. He is a wonderful man with great ideas.
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CHAPTER X
We left on the steamer the next day at noon. A huge crowd of natives came out to watch us go.
The woman whom I had seen the day before also appeared now. She looked at the steamer and
shouted something. Again the crowd of people echoed her shouts.
Do you understand this? I asked Kurtz.
Of course, he answers me, with a smile.
I reached for the line to the whistle and pulled it hard. The steamer whistle screeched, and the crowd of
natives began to run in terror. The only person who did not move was that magnificent woman.

Late that night Kurtz escapes and crawls ashore, but Marlow discovers his absence and cuts him off
before he reaches his followers' camp. They make a tense departure the next day, surrounded by
warriors who seem ready to attack under the leadership of the barbaric woman. But Marlow sounds the
whistle and frightens them off.
As they steam back downriver, Kurtz's life slowly ebbs away. On his deathbed he has what seems to
be a moment of illumination, of complete knowledge, and he cries out, "The horror! The horror!" before
he died.

CHAPTER XI
I returned to the city and was disgusted by the people there. They took money from each other, they
ate and drank, and they had silly dreams.
One day a man from the company came to see me. He wanted me to give him Kurtzs documents and
papers. I refused the information that Kurtz had gathered while he worked for it. I told him Kurtzs
papers had no commercial value. It let him see Kurtzs papers for the International Society for the
suppression of Savage Customs. I tore off the postscript with those terrible words: Kill all the brutes;
the man rear it eagerly and then threw it down with contempt - this is not the kind of thing we expectedhe told me angrily.
A few days later another man came to see me. He said he was Kurtzs cousin. He told me that Kurtz
had been, essentially, a great musician.
Then a journalist called who wanted o talk about the death of his dear colleague.
But only I could say that Kurtz was a sort of universal genius.
Kurtzs mother had recently died.
Before the last success, I went to her house and she asks him about the last word that Kurtz said, I
looked at her and spoke slowly the last word he said was your name.
Marlow looked us as we lay on the deck of the Nellie listening to his story.
I couldnt tell her the truth. It would have been too dark much to dark.
Marlow stopped talking now, and there was silence on the boat. Nobody moved. There were clouds
over the river. The quiet river seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness