I remained to dream the nightmare out to the end, and to show loyalty to Kurtz once more. Destiny. My destiny! Droll thing life is-that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself-that comes too late-a crop of inextinguishable regrets. I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sticky atmosphere of tepid scepticism [SIC], without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary. If such is the form of ultimate wisdom, then life is a greater riddle than some of us think it to be. I was within a hairs breadth of the last opportunity for pronouncement, and I found with humiliation that probably I would have nothing to say.
-JOSEPH CONRAD
