Female guide: "The dalmation oratory. The waiting room. It is furnished like a sacristy. A propeller hangs from the roof. It is from the sea-plane that Francesco de Pinedo used in 1925 to fly the 55.00 kilometer journey from Sesto Calende via Melbourne to Tokyo."

Male guide: "The waiting room for intimate friends."

Joseph Conrad: "Dressed in the hateful finery of Europe, the young convert stood before the altar with the unknown and sulky-looking white man. Her young mind having been unskilfully permitted to glance at better things, and then thrown back again into the hopeless quagmire of barbarism, full of strong and uncontrolled passions, had lost the power to discriminate.
And listening to the recital of those savage glories, those barbarous fights and savage feastings, to the story of deeds valorous, albeit somewhat bloodthirsty, she felt herself irresistibly fascinated, and saw with vague surprise the narrow mantle of civilized morality, in which good-meaning people had wrapped her young soul, fall away and leave her shivering and helpless as if on the edge of some deep and unknown abyss.
While she was burning the furniture, and tearing down the pretty curtains in her unreasoning hate of those signs of civilization, he, cowed by these outbursts of savage nature, meditated in silence on the best way of getting rid of her.
There are some situations where the barbarian and so, so-called, civilized mind man meet upon the same ground.
With a contemptuous gesture she seemed to fling unuterable scorn on Almayer's weak-minded aversion to sudden bloodshed.
It was like the dreary tranquillity of a desert, where there is peace only because there is no life. "What has happened?" he muttered half aloud, as he shuffled in his imperfectly adjusted slippers towards the balustrade of the verandah. "Is erverybody asleep or dead?"
He snatched the cover off and looked at the formless mass of flesh, hair, and drying mud, where the face of the drowned man should have been.
"Now all is over. He is dead, and I may as well burn all my boats."
She was conscious, and in the great peace and stillness of the tropical evening succeeding the turmoil of the battle, she watched all she held dear on earth after her own savage manner, drift away into the gloom in a great roar of flame and smoke."