There are two things that have always haunted me: the brutality of the European traders and the stories I've heard about Africans selling other Africans into slavery. ↗
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts. ↗
Language cannot describe the scene that followed; the shouts, oaths, frantic gestures, taunts, replies, and little fights; and therefore I shall not attempt it. ↗