"i do not see the man in the name any more than you do. do you see him? do you see the story? do you see anything? it seems to me that i am trying to tell you a dream -- making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams..."

he was silent for a while.

"...no, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence, -- that which makes its truth, its meaning -- its subtle and penetrating essence. it is impossible.
we live, as we dream -- alone..."

..::.Heart of Darkness.::..