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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: that resolve he was greatly cheered by the reflection that it would be
a mute and an easy part to play, for no one would be likely to
converse with him about the abominable conduct of--that woman. He
argued to himself that decent people--and he knew no others--did not
care to talk about such indelicate affairs. She had gone off--with
that unhealthy, fat ass of a journalist. Why? He had been all a
husband ought to be. He had given her a good position--she shared his
prospects--he had treated her invariably with great consideration. He
reviewed his conduct with a kind of dismal pride. It had been
irreproachable. Then, why? For love? Profanation! There could be no
love there. A shameful impulse of passion. Yes, passion. His own wife!
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