“I watched the coast. Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma.
There it is before you—smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and
always mute with an air of whispering, ‘Come and find out.’ This one was almost featureless,
as if still in the making, with an aspect of monotonous grimness. The edge of a colossal jungle,
so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far,
far away along a blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.”
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness, 1899