Et mon labour me remémore d’une implacable étrave.
Aimé Césaire, Cahier d’un retour au pays natal (1956).

His commanding officer was in revolt against the murderous stealthiness of methods and the atrocious callousness of complicities that seemed to taint the very source of men’s deep emotions and noblest activities ; to corrupt their imagination which builds up the final conceptions of life and death.
Joseph Conrad, ‘The Tale’ (1917b).