I enjoyed reading this. Heart of Darkness was one of the most impactful stories I’ve ever read and remains so to this day, even reading it again after thirty years.
So learning about Conrad was a sort of pilgrimage. Which is bitter sweet, as pilgrimages come with such baggy and are so prone to disappointment. Conrad was so depressed; and reading his letters was like visiting a depressed patient.
Or he expressed himself in so British a manner. Reading about him was like reading about Tolkien—another pilgrimage that enlightened and drew away curtains, perhaps uncomfortably. But still valuably. I’m better for knowing more.