"We talked of everything,” he said, quite transported at the recollection. “I forgot there was such a thing as sleep. The night did not seem to last an hour. EVerything! Everything!…. Of love, too!” “Ah, he talked to you of love?” I said much amused. “It isn’t want you think,” he cried almost passionately. “It was in general. He made me see things- things."
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness