“After this nothing could matter. It did not matter who suspected him, who trusted him, who loved him, who hated him—especially as it was Cornelius who hated him.
'Yet after all this was a kind of recognition. You shall judge of a man by his foes as well as by his friends, and this enemy of Jim was such as no decent man would be ashamed to own, without, however, making too much of him.
This was the view Jim took, and in which I shared; but Jim disregarded him on general grounds. «My dear Marlow,» he said, «I feel that if I go straight nothing can touch me. indeed I do. Now you have been long enough here to have a good look round—and, frankly, don't you think I am pretty safe?”