“There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies—which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world—what I want to forget.” (Conrad 38).
Marlow here is saying how much he hates lies and deception. Many Europeans in this book are described as hollow and false, such as the brickmaker and Kurtz, and European cities described as whited sepulchers. Here this insincere and fake quality seems to extend to all mankind, not just Europeans, and is something Marlow hates about humans in general.
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