The Web of the Heart of Darkness Marlow's wildness is neither vibrant nor majestic, nor boisterous in its vitality, illuminating and nourishing its lush generosity in her sensual breast. Isn't it a beautiful place, intoxicating with radiant colors and a symphony of sounds those who travel within it. He is neither quiescent nor serene, willing to reveal his secrets, easily subdued or tamed. Its wild nature is a primordial and mysterious enigma that swallows light and sound, rationality and language, imprisoning them in the depths of its immense folds. It is fascinating and wild, menacing in its power to hypnotize and lure, and ultimately seduce the “bearers of a spark from the sacred fire” (67). Many had decided to conquer it, dreaming of creating splendid empires; others had embarked on a quest to extract wealth, fame and glory from the depths of his heart; still others had been attracted by the irresistible call of the unknown. Fortunate were those who were able to “slide past [it], veiled…by a somewhat disdainful ignorance” (68), protecting themselves with the cloak of civilization, confident in their invincibility. Marlow was luckier than the others, because the wilderness called to his “deep heart [with] its mystery, its grandeur, the extraordinary reality of [his] hidden life” (95); yet he managed to realize in time that it was nothing more than an illusion, a "deceptive flow from the heart of impenetrable darkness" (124), and to step back from the edge of the abyss. He was a good man seeking purpose and adventure, believing that he would find his aspirations by sailing on the waters of a mighty river. Once he reached his destination, he was discouraged by the actions of his brothers, by their "conquest of the land", which for him meant above all "taking it away from those who [had] a different complexion... from [themselves]" (70). Contemptuous of their brutal beliefs and behaviors, of their greed and deceit, he sought out a man considered “the emissary of piety…of science and progress” (94); believing that in him he would finally find someone to guide him through the “silence of the earth” (95). However, the deeper he penetrated the dark quiet of the wilderness, he could not escape the realization of his vulnerability. In that landscape he could be “wiped away without leaving behind a whisper or a shadow” (114) or, infinitely worse, “the powers of darkness [could] claim him for themselves”.” (126).