Therefore I do pray and entreat you in the name of Jesus Christ to do so much as to make my being here in Japan known to my poor wife, in a manner a widow and my two children fatherless; which thing only is my greatest grief of heart and conscience.

And, when you can’t go back, you have to worry only about the best way of moving forward.

Sleep is no longer blessed with comfortable beds. We are put on a waiting list to find ourselves a room to be vacated.

was on the point of crying at her, 'Don't you hear them?' The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the

Written By Joseph Conrad

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