Welcome to Heart of Darkness: Visualized! This new semester, I will be transforming passages from Heart of Darkness into clear, vivid visuals for our wonderful class to behold. Starting Friday, January 27, I will began scanning up my work for all of you to view. My goal is to aid you all in the imagination process and to help you to take a different look into the story as we progress through it. For now I'll do my best to keep this updated. If you have any questions, please feel free to talk to me either in class or on the Wiki. Thanks and hope to see some responses to my works!

Your new VD, Evan D.












The mind of man is capable of anything -- because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future.

He had been a very second-rate helmsman while alive, but now he was dead he might have become a first-class tempation, and possibly cause some startling trouble.

They howled, and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity -- like yours -- the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. pg37-38

Sticks, little sticks, were flying about -- thick: they were whizzing before my nose, dropping below me, striking behind me against my pilot-house.

He was there below me, and, upon my word, to look at him was as edifying as seeing a dog in a parody of breeches and a feather hat, walking on his hind-legs.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. Pg. 10

I didn't say to myself, 'Now I will never see him,' or 'Now I will never shake him by the hand,' but, 'Now I will never hear him.' Pg. 48

Pg 57
I returned deliberately to the first I had seen - and there it was black, dried, sunken, with closed eyelids - a head that seemed to sleep at the top of that pole, and, with the shrunken dry lips showing a narrow white line of the teeth, was smiling too, smiling continuously at some endless and **jocose** dream of that eternal slumber.
Pg. 66
"The brown current ran swiftly out of the heart of darkness, bearing us down towards the sea with twice the speed of our upward progress;”

Pg. 8

The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the **Essex marsh** was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in **diaphanous** folds.

Pg. 55

Glamour urged him on, glamour kept him unscathed. He surely wanted nothing from the wilderness but space to breathe in and to push on through. His need was to exist, and to move onwards at the greatest possible risk, and with a maximum of **privation**.

Pg. 36

You remember it, you dream of it, you wake up at night and think of it -- years after -- and go hot and cold all over.

Pg. 27

Then I noticed a small sketch in oils, on a panel, representing a woman, draped and blindfolded, carrying a lighted torch.

Pg. 65

But his soul was mad.

Pg. 53

'You don't talk with that man -- you listen to him,'

Pg. 51

And the intimate pro- fundity of that look he gave me when he received his hurt remains to this day in my memory -- like a claim of distant kinship affirmed in a supreme moment.



Pg. 47

The thin smoke had blown away, we were clear of the snag, and looking ahead I could see that in another hundred yards or so I would be free to sheer off, away from the bank; but my feet felt so very warm and wet that I had to look down.