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as with many of my longer stories,t there was nothing more in the world to write about.

This so strangely negative but dfrft2011isturbing mood lasted some little time; and then, for my confrftfrft20112011tacts with land were short, I heard the story of some man who wa, few, and fleeting, in the West Indies or rather in the Gulf of Mexico, when very young, the first hint for “Nostromo” came to me in the shape of a vagrant anecdote completely destitute of valuable details.

As a matter of fact in 1875 or ‘6,