Kurtz was dead, and the Station had been burnt - and so on - and so on. The red-haired pilgrim was beside himself with the thought that at least this poor Kurtz had been properly avenged. "Say! We must have made a glorious slaughter of them in the bush. Eh? What do you think? Say?" He positvely dansed, the bloodthirsty little gingerly beggar.[Conrad, J: heart of Darkness]...
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