1 Sends in as much ivory as all the others put together.
2 The word 'ivory' rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed.
3 I've sent him one small lot of ivory a year ago, so that he can't call me a little thief when I get back.
4 All that had been Kurtz's had passed out of my hands: his soul, his body, his station, his plans, his ivory, his career.
5 And later on I seemed to see his collected languid manner, when he said one day, 'This lot of ivory now is really mine.'
6 The only real feeling was a desire to get appointed to a trading-post where ivory was to be had, so that they could earn percentages.
7 The approach to this Kurtz grubbing for ivory in the wretched bush was beset by as many dangers as though he had been an enchanted princess sleeping in a fabulous castle.
8 It was as though an animated image of death carved out of old ivory had been shaking its hand with menaces at a motionless crowd of men made of dark and glittering bronze.
9 Strings of dusty niggers with splay feet arrived and departed; a stream of manufactured goods, rubbishy cottons, beads, and brass-wire set into the depths of darkness, and in return came a precious trickle of ivory.
10 He declared he would shoot me unless I gave him the ivory and then cleared out of the country, because he could do so, and had a fancy for it, and there was nothing on earth to prevent him killing whom he jolly well pleased.
11 One of the agents with a picket of a few of our blacks, armed for the purpose, was keeping guard over the ivory; but deep within the forest, red gleams that wavered, that seemed to sink and rise from the ground amongst confused columnar shapes of intense blackness, showed the exact position of the camp where Mr. Kurtz's adorers were keeping their uneasy vigil.