ENFADO

Marlow

“I found myself back in the sepul­ch­ral city resen­ting the sight of peo­ple hur­rying through the stre­ets to filch a lit­tle money from each other, to devour their infa­mous coo­kery, to gulp their unwho­le­some beer, to dream their insig­ni­fi­cant and silly dre­ams. They tres­pas­sed upon my thoughts. They were intru­ders whose kno­wledge of life was to me an irri­ta­ting pre­tence, because I felt so sure they could not pos­si­bly know the things I knew. Their bea­ring, which was sim­ply the bea­ring of com­mon­place indi­vi­du­als going about their busi­ness in the assu­rance of per­fect safety, was offen­sive to me like the outra­ge­ous flaun­tings of folly in the face of a dan­ger it is una­ble to com­prehend. I had no par­ti­cu­lar desire to enligh­ten them, but I had some dif­fi­culty in res­trai­ning myself from laughing in their faces so full of stu­pid impor­tance.”

Joseph Con­rad, Heart of Darkness

19 Agosto 2006

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