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Jim therefore looks to Stein to extend the narrative with a shift in how the narrative<br />

discourse creates meaning from the raw material <strong>of</strong> the story.<br />

As Marlow ruminates on Stein’s ends-directed view <strong>of</strong> life, his desire to<br />

follow the dream, Marlow sees the middle as a place <strong>of</strong> disconnection from ends:<br />

Yet for all that the great plain on which men wander amongst graves<br />

and pitfalls remained very desolate under the impalpable poesy <strong>of</strong> its<br />

crepuscular light, overshadowed in the centre, circled with a bright<br />

edge as if surrounded by an abyss <strong>of</strong> flames. When at last I broke the<br />

silence it was to express the opinion that no one could be more<br />

romantic than himself. (Conrad 130).<br />

Here, at the center <strong>of</strong> Lord Jim, a center which seems to shine a new light on Jim by<br />

overtly identifying him as a romantic and by using Stein to express a romantic<br />

philosophy, Marlow defines the center as a place <strong>of</strong> darkness. Here in the center, the<br />

light <strong>of</strong> the dream is completely shut out. When one is most assuredly in the middle,<br />

narrative loses its guiding direction, purpose and causation overshadowed by—what?<br />

There may be an overshadowing object—the sheer weight <strong>of</strong> life, perhaps, <strong>of</strong> middle<br />

age, or <strong>of</strong> those graves and pitfalls—but the rest <strong>of</strong> the passage suggests not a<br />

shadowing object, but simply a distance from the edge whence the light comes. The<br />

metaphor also seems to defeat any notion <strong>of</strong> origins, or any clear path. This is not<br />

Marlow’s river leading to the heart <strong>of</strong> darkness, but a directionless plain encased by<br />

the light <strong>of</strong> death. One passes, perhaps at the middle <strong>of</strong> one’s life, but also perhaps at<br />

any time in one’s undirected wanderings, through a center (for all except for death is<br />

in the middle) from which the ends cannot be seen. Once again, life is figured as a<br />

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