1 I had my passage on a little sea-going steamer.
2 Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps.
3 I have a little theory which you Messieurs who go out there must help me to prove.
4 As we left the miserable little wharf, he tossed his head contemptuously at the shore.
5 He was great by this little thing that it was impossible to tell what could control such a man.
6 The two below me moved away then a few paces, and strolled back and forth at some little distance.
7 He was a first-class agent, young, gentlemanly, a bit reserved, with a forked little beard and a hooked nose.
8 It was a little too early for the doctor, so I proposed a drink, and thereupon he developed a vein of joviality.
9 He was an unshaven little man in a threadbare coat like a gaberdine, with his feet in slippers, and I thought him a harmless fool.
10 Sometimes I would pick out a tree a little way ahead to measure our progress towards Kurtz by, but I lost it invariably before we got abreast.
11 He, don't you see, had been planning to be assistant-manager by-and-by under the present man, and I could see that the coming of that Kurtz had upset them both not a little.
12 He stood there for a moment in the moonlight with his delicate hooked nose set a little askew, and his mica eyes glittering without a wink, then, with a curt Good night, he strode off.
13 I laid my head on my arm again, and had nearly lost myself in a doze, when somebody said in my ear, as it were: 'I am as harmless as a little child, but I don't like to be dictated to.'
14 I let him run on, this papier-mache Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.
15 Trees, trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high; and at their foot, hugging the bank against the stream, crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle crawling on the floor of a lofty portico.
16 A quarrelsome band of footsore sulky niggers trod on the heels of the donkeys; a lot of tents, camp-stools, tin boxes, white cases, brown bales would be shot down in the courtyard, and the air of mystery would deepen a little over the muddle of the station.
17 The great wall of vegetation, an exuberant and entangled mass of trunks, branches, leaves, boughs, festoons, motionless in the moonlight, was like a rioting invasion of soundless life, a rolling wave of plants, piled up, crested, ready to topple over the creek, to sweep every little man of us out of his little existence.
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