I read the manuscript over again tonight, and got hold of some keywords on Kurtz; stubborn, enormously tired, worn out, aggressive, lonely, reminiscing of childhood. Wanting to be freed from his pain.
Directly after reading, I took a half hour with the boots, and interesting things started happening. The polishing gradually took on a frantic character, and tick like mimicry emerged when i did the monologue while polishing. The madness, which I had almost overlooked, maybe not wanted to acknowledge, came out. I still have some ground to cover, but it felt like a good long step toward opening the monologue. I'm starting to believe in it, and I look forward to a new turn tomorrow. Have a good weekend!
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