After referring to the natives as “the prehistoric man,” Marlow asserts, “the men were — No, they were not inhuman…” (32).
By the 1890’s, much of the world’s dark and unfathomable locations had fallen under European control, and the powers that be had begun to become stretched too thin, trying to defend and manage major empires.
The system had begun to show it’s flaws through riots, wars, and the abandonment of commercial enterprises.
, Marlow’s journey up the Congo River illuminates new understandings about himself and humanity as a whole.
Just as the tinpot steamer begins to make headway toward Kurtz on page thirty-two, Marlow breaks from his narrative in a brief moment of reflection and addresses his shipmates on the Thames.