...crept off into the bush. I began to distinguish the gleam of the eyes under the trees, says Marlow. Then, glancing down, I saw a face near my hand. The...in the depths of the orbs, which died out slowly. And as this man, scarcely more than a boy, breathed his last, those who were not yet worn out were...

...These moribund shapes were free as air - and nearly as thin. I began to distinguish the gleam of eyes under the trees. Then, glancing down, I saw a face...a boy - but you know with them it's hard to tell, (p.35) For all his courage at the inhumanity of the colonizers' treatment of the Congolese, Marlow's...

...page—not enemies, not criminals). Marlow's description then continues with the story of the starving man: I saw a face near my hand. The black bones reclined...of the orbs which died out slowly. The man seemed young—almost a boy—but you know with them it's hard to tell. I found nothing else to do but to...

...greenish gloom" — much like the machinery Marlow had nearly stumbled over — he suddenly glimpses "a face near my hand. The black bones reclined at...in the depths of the orbs which died out slowly." Unnerved and somewhat unsure as to what he should do, Marlow offers the dying man a ship's biscuit...

...Levinasian moment, with a native. He looks into that face to behold "sunken eyes [that] looked up to me, enormous and vacant, a kind of blind, white flicker...in the depths of the orbs, which died out slowly" (35). This is an intense moment. Marlow does not depart. He looks back at the other and endures his...

...but also dehumanised — because 'you know with them it's hard to tell'. One is described like this: 'The black bones reclined at full length with one...at me, enormous and vacant, a kind of blind, white nicker in the depths of the orbs, which died out slowly' (44—5) . There is no human being here, only...

...attitudes of pain, abandonment and despair. [. . .] They were dying slowly — it was very clear. [...] Then glancing down, I saw a face near my hand. The black bones reclined with one shoulder against the tree [...]. The man [...] had tied a piece of white worsted round his...