Essay on Language in Joseph Conrads Heart of Darkness -- Heart Darkne

Use of Language in magnetic core of Darkness Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad is a story that connects the audience to the fibbers senses. We come to understand the environment, the setting, the other charters, and Kurtz strictly from the narrators point-of-view, as he experiences things. We are locked out of Conrads (the narrator in this case) world, allowed to feel only what he lets us, incur the savages as he does, done his eyes, feel with his body. We are not able to see how the world views him. Is he seen as superior, a drone, a sailor? His surrealistic consciousness navigates us, the readers, down the river as if we are a part of the emanate of things, ripples in the water, patches of the darkness. Conrad uses language to paint images in our minds. He poignantly uses metaphors uniform, In exterior he resembled a butcher in a measly neighborhood (57) to animate those images, allow them to breath a bit. His choice of course and word combinations, his poetic tone, and suave style and smooth transitions craft a sensual experience. He is on the surface talking about the exploration of man in Africa with all of its physical and moral dilemma, and yet the underbelly is the interior of man, an endeavor to touch the reader at his core. Each rate should be like a beacon on the road towards split up things, a center for trade of course, but also for humanizing, improving, instructing. (104) When Conrad says that the germs of empires floated into mans head , ebbing down the river into the mystery of an unknown earth, his metaphors appeal emotionally to something serious, a commentary on the heart of man. (67) Our senses are serenely assaulted with tastes and surfaces, sounds and images. The tremo... ...their hands, like alot of faithless pilgrims bewitched inside a rotten fence. The word osseous tissue rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it. A taint of imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a wh iff from some corpse. By Jove Ive neer seen anything so unreal in my life. And outside the silent wilderness ring this clear speck on the earth struck me as something gravid and invincible, like evil or truth, waiting patiently for the passing apart of this fantastic invasion. Works Cited and Consulted Conrad, Joseph. Heart of Darkness. New York Bantam Books, 1981. Ross, Mark. The root of Darkness. 1997.http//members.aol.com/mark13/html (9 February 1998) Ross, Mark. The Roots of Racism. 1997. (9 February 1998)