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It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream–making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams. . . ."
He as silent for a while.
". . . No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence,–that which makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream–alone. . . ."

—Heart of Darkness.
Joseph Conrad.