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"I clambered on board. She [the ship] rang under my feet like an empty Huntly and Palmer biscuit-tin kicked along a gutter; she was nothing so solid in make, and rather less pretty in shape, but I had extended enough hard work on her to make me love her. She had given me a chance to come out a bit - to find out what I could do. No, I don't like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don't like work - no man does - but I like what is in the work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - what no man can ever know. They can only see the mere show and never tell what it really means.
~ Marlow, Heart of Darkness
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