I have called paragraph 103 of Heart of Darkness the Nexus because in encapsulates the story of Kurtz, the central enigma of the story and one of two central characters–the other being Marlow, a boat captain and the main narrator. Some 300 words from the paragraph’s beginning we have the following sentence: “'My Intended, my ivory, my station, my river, my—' everything belonged to him.” [I've appended the opening to the end of this post.] That opening phrase is repeated later, in a slightly different form, in paragraph 148, while the steamer is on its return trip with Kurtz on board: “My Intended, my station, my career, my ideas—these were the subjects for the occasional utterances of elevated sentiments.” So, we have the two versions:
1) My Intended, my ivory, my station, my river, my— 2) My Intended, my station, my career, my ideasWe can consolidate the different terms into a single phrase:
3) My Intended, ivory, station, river, career, ideasLet’s think of those terms in the context of Kurtz’s life. Briefly:
My Intended: the women he wishes to marry, but her relatives didn’t think him worthy of her because he was too poor. ivory: The potential source of Kurtz’s wealth, produced by elephants in Africa. station: Kurtz’s place of business, but also where he took an African mistress. river: The Congo, connecting the station to the Atlantic Ocean and thereby to Europe. career: Kurtz went into the ivory trade to make enough money to become worthy of his Intended. ideas: His schemes for the betterment of the Congo, written up in a 17-page document ending with the phrase, alas, ‘Exterminate all the brutes!’Now consider them as words, without any context. They cover a wide range of things:
My Intended: fiancé, not merely a woman, but a woman in a specific social relationship. ivory: physical substance in solid form station: geographic locus river: geographical feature, liquid substance career: from the dictionary, “an occupation undertaken for a significant period of a person's life” ideas: immaterial, mentalMy hunch is that Conrad’s phrase linking those words together is emblematic of Kurtz’s life and hence of the book. I want to make computational sense of that centrality, that emblematicity (if you will). Selecting those words and then linking them together into a single phrase, that is a product of Conrad’s craft, as is placing the first occurrence of that phrase at the structural center of the text and the second occurrence somewhat later.
With this in mind, imagine a high dimensional space in which all the word types in Heart of Darkness are located. Locate these types in that space. Where are they in that space–in relation to the space as a whole, in relation to one another. Locate a position in that space that’s equidistant from those tokens. Where is the point in the whole space?
To investigate that I propose something like this: Create a graph where each word type is a node on the graph. Call it the text graph. Connect each node to every other node where the length of the edge connecting them two nodes is proportional to the Euclidean distance between them in the space. Note the terms in the litany: Intended, ivory, station, river, career, ideas. River should be further from career or ideas than it is from, say, stream, creek, lake, water, or ice. And ideas should be further from, say, ivory, that it is from thoughts, feelings, perceptions, or concepts. And so forth for however many examples you care to think about. Now, let’s start deleting edges from the text graph, starting with the longest edge and moving to shorter edges until the terms in our emblematic phrase are no longer connected to one another. They no longer form a connected subgraph of the text graph. Let’s call the resulting graph the reduced text graph.
Though I don’t know this to be true, I am assuming that the reduced text graph is still connected. If it isn’t, well, given what I have in mind, that’s OK. But let’s assume that it is connected.
What’s the average length of shortest path between any two nodes? Now, let’s connect the words in our emblem together so that they form a connected graph. Let’s call the complete resulting graph the emblem-connected text graph. What’s the average length of shortest path between any two nodes in the emblem-connected text graph? Is that value small enough that we may consider the emblem-connected text graph to be a small-world network?
If so, then we have begun to make computational sense of one facet of Conrad’s craft in this text. One immediately wonders whether or not other texts have such emblems. I’m thinking, for example, that “A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice” is emblematic of Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan”. (My article, “Kubla Khan” and the Embodied Mind, explains why I conjecture that.) There must be other cases, lots of them I would think.
Appendix: The Opening of the Nexus
Here’s the opening of paragraph 103, The Nexus. The emblem occurs at the end of this section.
"I laid the ghost of his gifts at last with a lie," he began suddenly. "Girl! What? Did I mention a girl? Oh, she is out of it—completely. They—the women, I mean—are out of it—should be out of it. We must help them to stay in that beautiful world of their own, lest ours gets worse. Oh, she had to be out of it. You should have heard the disinterred body of Mr. Kurtz saying, 'My Intended.' You would have perceived directly then how completely she was out of it. And the lofty frontal bone of Mr. Kurtz! They say the hair goes on growing sometimes, but this—ah specimen, was impressively bald. The wilderness had patted him on the head, and, behold, it was like a ball—an ivory ball; it had caressed him, and—lo!—he had withered; it had taken him, loved him, embraced him, got into his veins, consumed his flesh, and sealed his soul to its own by the inconceivable ceremonies of some devilish initiation. He was its spoiled and pampered favorite. Ivory? I should think so. Heaps of it, stacks of it. The old mud shanty was bursting with it. You would think there was not a single tusk left either above or below the ground in the whole country. 'Mostly fossil,' the manager had remarked disparagingly. It was no more fossil than I am; but they call it fossil when it is dug up. It appears these niggers do bury the tusks sometimes—but evidently they couldn't bury this parcel deep enough to save the gifted Mr. Kurtz from his fate. We filled the steamboat with it, and had to pile a lot on the deck. Thus he could see and enjoy as long as he could see, because the appreciation of this favor had remained with him to the last. You should have heard him say, 'My ivory.' Oh yes, I heard him. 'My Intended, my ivory, my station, my river, my—' everything belonged to him.
