He was a common trader, from his youth up employed  in these parts – nothing more. He was obeyed, yet he inspired neither love nor fear, nor even respect. He inspired uneasiness. That was it! Uneasiness. Not a definite mistrust – just uneasiness, nothing more. You have no idea how effective such a.. a.. faculty can be. He had no genius for organizing, for initiative, or for order even. That was evident in the deplorable state of the station. He had no learning, and no intelligence. His position had come to him – why? Perhaps because he was never ill.

Conrad, “Heart of Darkness”.

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