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Heart of Darkness Human or human?          Upon reading Heart of Darkness we are immediately struck with the effect of the nature of man, and what it intend to be human or humane. To be human means to have a mind, to be living, and function as a primate. To be humane on the other hand means to be tender, compassionate, affectionate, lovelyhearted, and empathetic. It is often assumed that to be human means to be humane, but as Marlow learned on his excursion through the gloomy jungle of the Congo, one has nothing to do with the other. Marlows first judge of mans true self as he see it, began when he saw the six man chain gang, as was referred to in the book, six black hands chained together obviously being inured as inferiors, almost as slaves. I could see all(prenominal) rib, the joints of their limbs were like knots in a ropeeach had an iron nail on his neck, and all were connected together with a chain whose bights swung betwixt t hem, rhythmically clinking. (Conrad, pg. 81) Upon seeing this atrocious sight of men being treated as savages, Marlow compares the white men who are leading these chained up men, to devils, by remarking that he had seen devils, but never devils who drove other men like cattle. Men who were no different then themselves, except in the color of their skin. As Marlow continues down the Congo, he begins to reflect upon the river, as the river of verity and reality, because as he transcends down it, his ability to find the truth in any situation grows. With every turn, he learns that mans inhumanity to his own kind is mans greatest sin. On page 106 Conrad talks some how Marlow felt when he was proceeding towards Kurtzs station, and he explains that heMarlow batch feel the past, among the overwhelming realities brought upon by the river, the trees, and the silence. There were moments when ones past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to trig to yoursel fbut it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream,remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of the unnamed world of plants,and water, and silence....When you have to attend to things of that sort, to the mere incidents of the surface, the reality- the reality, I tell you-fades.