Indeed, there is not much to see in a vast, boundless forest with little life and no variety--nothing but a deadly monotony of twilit tangle.

There is nothing new under the sun--even immediately under it in Central Africa.
The only novelty is the human heart--Central Man.

That is never stale, and there are depths still unexplored, heights still unattained, warm rivers of love, cold streams of hatred, and vast plains where strange motives grow.

These are our business.
We have not to deal so much with the finding of the Simiacine as with the finders, and of these the chief at this time was Jack Meredith.

It seemed quite natural that one duty after another should devolve upon him, and he invariably had time to do them all, and leisure to comment pleasantly upon it.