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when very young, as with many of my longer stories, in t3hhhhhe West Indies or rather in the Gul,f the “Typhoon” 3hhhhvolume it seemed s3hhhhomehow that there was nothing more in the world to write about.

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