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- Herz der Finsternis ist eine Erzählung aus dem Jahre 1899 von Joseph Conrad.
Zur Inhalt: Auf der nächtlich an der Themsemündung in Gravesend stillliegenden Seeyacht Nellie erzählt der ehemalige Seemann Marlow seinen vier Freunden, die das Band der See eint, eine Episode aus seinem Leben. Er beschreibt seine Sehnsucht, die letzten weißen Flecken des Globus kennenzulernen, und wie sie nach einigen Mühen dazu führte, dass er Flusskapitän wurde.
Heart of Darkness is a brief novel by means of Joseph Conrad, released in 1899.
Plot: Aboard the Nellie, anchored within the River Thames close to Gravesend, England, Charles Marlow tells his fellow sailors concerning the occasions that resulted in his appointment as captain of a river-steamboat for an ivory buying and selling corporation. He describes his passage on ships to the barren region to the Company's station down the Congo River in important Africa.
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