He is believed to be a god-like figure, a paragon of sophistication, polished and eloquent. The Russian trader and the native Africans worship him with undying devotion, heedless of his evident shortcomings. The Russian trader stubbornly reveres Kurtz, even after his life is threatened over a trifling quantity of ivory. Marlow is unwilling to idolize Kurtz with such blind loyalty, however, he becomes enthralled with the very idea of Kurtz, fixating on a particular aspect of his being: his voice. Marlow, in his odd fascination, journeys from the central station without distraction, focusing only on the river and fixating on his eventual meeting with the glorified Kurtz. Marlow thinks not about seeing Kurtz or shaking his hand, but about hearing him speak; in Marlow’s mind “The man presents himself as a voice.” The journey towards the inner station is monotonous, as Marlow imagines himself meeting the mysterious Kurtz and benefiting from his wisdom. The steamboat “crawled towards Kurtz,” Marlow teeming with
He is believed to be a god-like figure, a paragon of sophistication, polished and eloquent. The Russian trader and the native Africans worship him with undying devotion, heedless of his evident shortcomings. The Russian trader stubbornly reveres Kurtz, even after his life is threatened over a trifling quantity of ivory. Marlow is unwilling to idolize Kurtz with such blind loyalty, however, he becomes enthralled with the very idea of Kurtz, fixating on a particular aspect of his being: his voice. Marlow, in his odd fascination, journeys from the central station without distraction, focusing only on the river and fixating on his eventual meeting with the glorified Kurtz. Marlow thinks not about seeing Kurtz or shaking his hand, but about hearing him speak; in Marlow’s mind “The man presents himself as a voice.” The journey towards the inner station is monotonous, as Marlow imagines himself meeting the mysterious Kurtz and benefiting from his wisdom. The steamboat “crawled towards Kurtz,” Marlow teeming with