:32:04
My men measure riches in gold.
:32:09
It is more.
:32:14
It is power and fame.
:32:22
I despise them for it.
:32:27
I am sure, Aguirre is leading
us into destruction.
:32:30
I almost feel, he does it deliberately.
:32:33
We can't even get ashore, since
the river flooded the jungle for miles.
:32:45
February twenty-second.
:32:47
The suffering is dreadful.
:32:50
Most men have fever
and hallucinations.
:32:53
Hardly anyone can stand upright.
:32:56
The soldier Justo Gonzales drank
my ink, thinking it was medicine.
:33:02
I can no longer write.
:33:04
We are drifting in circles.