Joseph Conrad,
Victory — Part Three, Chapter One
(1915)
“ Heyst had been sitting among the bones buried so kindly in the grass of two wet seasons' growth. The silence of his surroundings, broken only by such sounds as a distant roll of thunder, the lash of rain through the foliage of some big trees, the noise of the wind tossing the leaves of the forest, and of the short seas breaking against the shore, favoured rather than hindered his solitary meditation.A meditation is always--in a white man, at least--more or less an interrogative exercise. Heyst meditated in simple terms on the mystery of his actions ”
