When he said stuff like that, you couldn't tell if Kurtz really meant it or was just being ironic. How curiously human. He has become a child again, a kid of fourteen, and there is no pain. Did everyone who swallowed some of the byrus (grains of it, almost too small to be seen, floating in the air) incubate one of the vicious litt
” Silence. The sound of it made Kurtz think of gadgets they'd constructed at summer camp a thousand or so years ago, noisemakers that consisted of tin cans and lengths of waxed string. Still, with Mr Gray gone, he might be able to get out of the office. He knew it.
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