How can I?
No two human beings understand each other.

They can understand but their own voices.

You wanted me to dream your dreams, to see your own visions--the visions of life amongst the white faces of those who cast me out from their midst in angry contempt.

But while you spoke I listened to the voice of my own self; then this man came, and all was still; there was only the murmur of his love.

You call him a savage! What do you call my mother, your wife ?" "Nina!" cried Almayer, "take your eyes off my face." She looked down directly, but continued speaking only a little above a whisper.
"In time," she went on, "both our voices, that man's and mine, spoke together in a sweetness that was intelligible to our ears only.