Joseph Conrad,
Victory — Part Four, Chapter Eight
(1915)
“ Here I am on a Shadow inhabited by Shades. How helpless a man is against the Shades! How is one to intimidate, persuade, resist, assert oneself against them? I have lost all belief in realities . . . Lena, give me your hand."She looked at him surprised, uncomprehending."Your hand," he cried.She obeyed; he seized it with avidity as if eager to raise it to his lips, but halfway up released his grasp. They looked at each other for a time."What's the matter, dear?" she whispered timidly."Neither force nor conviction," Heyst muttered wearily to himself. ”
