I don’t pretend to say that steamboat floated all the time. More than once she had to wade for a bit, with twenty cannibals splashing around and pushing. Fine fellows-these cannibals-in their place. They were men one could work with, and I am grateful to them. And, after all, they did not eat each otherContinue reading “RKS Literature: Fine Fellows These Cannibals (Joseph Conrad)”
