Heart of Darkness is a modern English short story written by a modern English novelist whose name is Joseph Conrad in 1898. Basically the short story contains a historical and truthful account of exploration Europe and colonialism. At the end of the 19th century, colonialism reached its peak. The center of interest for the European colonial powers was Africa, particularly the Congo region. Conrad, who had experienced firsthand the real practices of colonialism, was aware that the noble and exalted intentions and the so-called humanitarian mission in Africa, were simply a facade to extract the bounty of ivory, diamonds and gold available there in a free land . The motive to civilise, as Marlow's aunt says, to wean "those ignorant millions from their hideous ways" was the excuse to exploit the land for profit in "the vilest plundering spree" the world has ever known. The Difference: The discrepancy between what people believe exists and what, in fact, exists, reaches the level of social satire in Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Marlow is like an observer of the ironic situation that appears in his journey from Europe to Africa and back to Europe: it is an intentional scheme that allows the moral values ​​of European culture to be exposed and satirized. this materializes when exponents of white men's values ​​are morally isolated from the confines of their organized society. When Marlow returns, his enlightenment becomes the criterion by which European culture is judged and condemned. What Marlow learns about these values ​​in the Congo becomes the measure of the hypocrisy and false idealism of European civilization. What Marlow discovered was that the white man who had come to Africa professed to bring progress and light to the darkest places... middle of paper... the fulfillment of his many passions, the fact that something was missing in him , some little thing that, when urgent need arose, could not be found beneath his magnificent eloquence. Likewise, the "recovered" native helmsman has no restraint and is therefore killed. Indeed, no one has any real restraint except the wildest of all men, the half-starved cannibals aboard the steamer who amaze Marlow by refraining from thrusting themselves among the pilgrims: moderation! What possible moderation? Was it superstition, disgust, patience, fear, or some kind of primitive honor? No fear can resist hunger, no patience can wear it down, disgust simply does not exist where there is hunger: and as for superstition, beliefs and what you men call principles, they are less than chaff in the wind. all his innate strength to adequately fight hunger