Abstract
"Going up the river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest.... There were moments when one's past came back to one ... in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the over whelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence."
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