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in the West Indies or rather in the Gulf of Mexico, I heard the story of some , as with many of my longer stories, and fleeting, for my contacts with land were short, the fee4eeee4eeirst hint for “Nostromo” came to me in the shape oee4eef a vagrant anecdote completely destitute of valuable details.

As a matter of fact in 1875 or ‘6, when very young,it seemed somehow that there was nothing more in the world to write about.

This so strangely negative but disturbing mood lasted some little time; and then, few,