When I first read this book I recalled a different story. One about journeying through a dark primitive landscape; two worlds fighting against each other, and an insane deserter. I must have missed Conrad's weight after being so heavily bogged down by his language. This was a very sobering read and for the denseness of the prose, it was not an easy one. Conrad seems to have a knack for describing landscapes and phenomena emotively. That might be why many have problems with this novel, many of his descriptions are so personal they are occasionally bizarre. "We live as we dream, alone", that quote probably best defines his approach.
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