through　all　my　sea　wanderings；　ever　to　achieve　the　crossing　of
  the　Western　Oceanusing　the　words　in　that　special　sense　in　which
  sailors　speak　of　Western　Ocean　trade；　of　Western　Ocean　packets；
  of　Western　Ocean　hard　cases。　　The　new　life　attended　closely　upon
  the　old　and　the　nine　chapters　of　〃Almayer's　Folly〃　went　with　me
  to　the　Victoria　Dock；　whence　in　a　few　days　we　started　for　Rouen。
  I　won't　go　so　far　as　saying　that　the　engaging　of　a　man　fated
  never　to　cross　the　Western　Ocean　was　the　absolute　cause　of　the
  Franco…Canadian　Transport　Company's　failure　to　achieve　even　a
  single　passage。　　It　might　have　been　that　of　course；　but　the
  obvious；　gross　obstacle　was　clearly　the　want　of　money。　　Four
  hundred　and　sixty　bunks　for　emigrants　were　put　together　in　the
  'tween　decks　by　industrious　carpenters　while　we　lay　in　the
  Victoria　Dock；　but　never　an　emigrant　turned　up　in　Rouenof
  which；　being　a　humane　person；　I　confess　I　was　glad。　　Some
  gentlemen　from　ParisI　think　there　were　three　of　them；　and　one
  was　said　to　be　the　Chairmanturned　up　indeed　and　went　from　end
  to　end　of　the　ship；　knocking　their　silk　hats　cruelly　against　the
  deck…beams。　　I　attended　them　personally；　and　I　can　vouch　for　it
  that　the　interest　they　took　in　things　was　intelligent　enough；
  though；　obviously；　they　had　never　seen　anything　of　the　sort
  before。　　Their　faces　as　they　went　ashore　wore　a　cheerfully
  inconclusive　expression。　　Notwithstanding　that　this　inspecting
  ceremony　was　supposed　to　be　a　preliminary　to　immediate　sailing；
  it　was　then；　as　they　filed　down　our　gangway；　that　I　received　the
  inward　monition　that　no　sailing　within　the　meaning　of　our
  charter…party　would　ever　take　place。
  It　must　be　said　that　in　less　than　three　weeks　a　move　took　place。
  When　we　first　arrived　we　had　been　taken　up　with　much　ceremony
  well　towards　the　centre　of　the　town；　and；　all　the　street　corners
  being　placarded　with　the　tricolour　posters　announcing　the　birth
  of　our　company；　the　petit　bourgeois　with　his　wife　and　family　made
  a　Sunday　holiday　from　the　inspection　of　the　ship。　　I　was　always
  in　evidence　in　my　best　uniform　to　give　information　as　though　I
  had　been　a　Cook's　tourists'　interpreter；　while　our　quarter…
  masters　reaped　a　harvest　of　small　change　from　personally
  conducted　parties。　　But　when　the　move　was　madethat　move　which
  carried　us　some　mile　and　a　half　down　the　stream　to　be　tied　up　to
  an　altogether　muddier　and　shabbier　quaythen　indeed　the
  desolation　of　solitude　became　our　lot。　　It　was　a　complete　and
  soundless　stagnation；　for；　as　we　had　the　ship　ready　for　sea　to
  the　smallest　detail；　as　the　frost　was　hard　and　the　days　short；　we
  were　absolutely　idleidle　to　the　point　of　blushing　with　shame
  when　the　thought　struck　us　that　all　the　time　our　salaries　went
  on。　　Young　Cole　was　aggrieved　because；　as　he　said；　we　could　not
  enjoy　any　sort　of　fun　in　the　evening　after　loafing　like　this　all
  day：　　even　the　banjo　lost　its　charm　since　there　was　nothing　to
  prevent　his　strumming　on　it　all　the　time　between　the　meals。　　The
  good　Paramorhe　was　really　a　most　excellent　fellowbecame
  unhappy　as　far　as　was　possible　to　his　cheery　nature；　till　one
  dreary　day　I　suggested；　out　of　sheer　mischief；　that　he　should
  employ　the　dormant　energies　of　the　crew　in　hauling　both　cables　up
  on　deck　and　turning　them　end　for　end。
  For　a　moment　Mr。　Paramor　was　radiant。　　〃Excellent　idea！〃　but
  directly　his　face　fell。　　〃Why。　。　。Yes！　　But　we　can't　make　that
  job　last　more　than　three　days；〃　he　muttered　discontentedly。　　I
  don't　know　how　long　he　expected　us　to　be　stuck　on　the　riverside
  outskirts　of　Rouen；　but　I　know　that　the　cables　got　hauled　up　and
  turned　end　for　end　according　to　my　satanic　suggestion；　put　down
  again；　and　their　very　existence　utterly　forgotten；　I　believe；
  before　a　French　river　pilot　came　on　board　to　take　our　ship　down；
  empty　as　she　came；　into　the　Havre　roads。　　You　may　think　that　this
  state　of　forced　idleness　favoured　some　advance　in　the　fortunes　of
  Almayer　and　his　daughter。　　Yet　it　was　not　so。　　As　if　it　were　some
  sort　of　evil　spell；　my　banjoist　cabin…mate's　interruption；　as
  related　above；　had　arrested　them　short　at　the　point　of　that
  fateful　sunset　for　many　weeks　together。　　It　was　always　thus　with
  this　book；　begun　in　'89　and　finished　in　'94with　that　shortest
  of　all　the　novels　which　it　was　to　be　my　lot　to　write。　　Between
  its　opening　exclamation　calling　Almayer　to　his　dinner　in　his
  wife's　voice　and　Abdullah's　（his　enemy）　mental　reference　to　the
  God　of　Islam〃The　Merciful；　the　Compassionate〃which　closes　the
  book；　there　were　to　come　several　long　sea　passages；　a　visit　（to
  use　the　elevated　phraseology　suitable　to　the　occasion）　to　the
  scenes　（some　of　them）　of　my　childhood　and　the　realisation　of
  childhood's　vain　words；　expressing　a　light…hearted　and　romantic
  whim。
  It　was　in　1868；　when　nine　years　old　or　thereabouts；　that　while
  looking　at　a　map　of　Africa　of　the　time　and　putting　my　finger　on
  the　blank　space　then　representing　the　unsolved　mystery　of　that
  continent；　I　said　to　myself　with　absolute　assurance　and　an
  amazing　audacity　which　are　no　longer　in　my　character　now：
  〃When　I　grow　up　I　shall　go　there。〃
  And　of　course　I　thought　no　more　about　it　till　after　a　quarter　of
  a　century　or　so　an　opportunity　offered　to　go　thereas　if　the　sin
  of　childish　audacity　were　to　be　visited　on　my　mature　head。　　Yes。
  I　did　go　there：　　there　being　the　region　of　Stanley　Falls　which　in
  '68　was　the　blankest　of　blank　spaces　on　the　earth's　figured
  surface。　　And　the　MS。　of　〃Almayer's　Folly；〃　carried　about　me　as
  if　it　were　a　talisman　or　a　treasure；　went　there　too。　　That　it
  ever　came　out　of　there　seems　a　special　dispensation　of
  Providence；　because　a　good　many　of　my　other　properties；
  infinitely　more　valuable　and　useful　to　me；　remained　behind
  through　unfortunate　accidents　of　transportation。　　I　call　to　mind；
  for　instance；　a　specially　awkward　turn　of　the　Congo　between
  Kinchassa　and　Leopoldsvillemore　particularly　when　one　had　to
  take　it　at　night　in　a　big　canoe　with　only　half　the　proper　number
  of　paddlers。　　I　failed　in　being　the　second　white　man　on　record
  drowned　at　that　interesting　spot　through　the　upsetting　of　a
  canoe。　　The　first　was　a　young　Belgian　officer；　but　the　accident
  happened　some　months　before　my　time；　and　he；　too；　I　believe；　was
  going　home；　not　perhaps　quite　so　ill　as　myselfbut　still　he　was
  going　home。　　I　got　round　the　turn　more　or　less　alive；　though　I
  was　too　sick　to　care　whether　I　did　or　not；　and；　always　with
  〃Almayer's　Folly〃　amongst　my　diminishing　baggage；　I　arrived　at
  that　delectable　capital　Boma；　where　before　the　departure　of　the
  steamer　which　was　to　take　me　home　I　had　the　time　to　wish　myself
  dead　over　and　over　again　with　perfect　sincerity。　　At　that　date
  there　were　in　existence　only　seven　chapters　of　〃Almayer's　Folly；〃
  but　the　chapter　in　my　history　which　followed　was　that　of　a　long；
  long　illness　and　very　dismal　convalescence。　　Geneva；　or　more
  precisely　the　hydropathic　establishment　of　Champel；　is　rendered
  for　ever　famous　by　the　termination　of　the　eighth　chapter　in　the
  history　of　Almayer's　decline　and　fall。　　The　events　of　the　ninth
  are　inextricably　mixed　up　with　the　details　of　the　proper
  management　of　a　waterside　warehouse　owned　by　a　certain　city　firm
  whose　name　does　not　matter。　　But　that　work；　undertaken　to
  accustom　myself　again　to　the　activities　of　a　healthy　existence；
  soon　came　to　an　end。　　The　earth　had　nothing　to　hold　me　with　for
  very　long。　　And　then　that　memorable　story；　like　a　cask　of　choice
  Madeira；　got　carried　for　three　years　to　and　fro　upon　the　sea。
  Whether　this　treatment　improved　its　flavour　or　not；　of　course　I
  would　not　like　to　say。　　As　far　as　appearance　is　concerned　it
  certainly　did　nothing　of　the　kind。　　The　whole　MS。　acquired　a
  faded　look　and　an　ancient；　yellowish　complexion。　　It　became　at
  last　unreasonable　to　suppose　that　anything　in　the　world　would
  ever　happen　to　Almayer　and　Nina。　　And　yet　something　most　unlikely
  to　happen　on　the　high　seas　was　to　wake　them　up　from　their　state
  of　suspended　animation。
  What　is　it　that　Novalis　says？　　〃It　is　certain　my　conviction　gains
  infinitely　the　moment　another　soul　will　believe　in　it。〃　　And　what
  is　a　novel　if　not　a　conviction　of　our　fellow…men's　existence
  strong　enough　to　take　upon　itself　a　form　of　imagined　life　clearer
  than　reality　and　whose　accumulated　verisimilitude　of　selected
  episodes　puts　to　shame　the　pride　of　documentary　history？
  Providence　which　saved　my　MS。　from　th