I heard her weeping; she had hidden her face in her hands. It seemed to me that the house
would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head. But nothing
happened. The heavens do not fall for such a trifle. Would they have fallen, I wonder, if I had
rendered Kurtz that justice which was his due? Hadn’t he said he wanted only justice? But I
couldn’t. I could not tell her. It would have been too dark—too dark altogether. . . .”
Marlow ceased, an