“ It was not my strength that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing. ”
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness (1899). copy citation
| Author | Joseph Conrad |
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| Source | Heart of Darkness |
| Topic | strength imagination nursing soothing |
| Date | 1899 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/219/219-h/219-h.htm |
Context
“I tottered about the streets—there were various affairs to settle—grinning bitterly at perfectly respectable persons. I admit my behaviour was inexcusable, but then my temperature was seldom normal in these days. My dear aunt's endeavours to 'nurse up my strength' seemed altogether beside the mark. It was not my strength that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing. I kept the bundle of papers given me by Kurtz, not knowing exactly what to do with it. His mother had died lately, watched over, as I was told, by his Intended. A clean-shaved man, with an official manner and wearing gold-rimmed spectacles, called on me one day and made inquiries, at first circuitous, afterwards suavely pressing, about what he was pleased to denominate certain 'documents.'”
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