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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: "Smoke of life an' snakes of purgatory! Will you just look at that! Wood an'
water an' grass an' a side-hill! A pocket-hunter's delight an' a cayuse's
paradise! Cool green for tired eyes! Pink pills for pale people ain't in it. A
secret pasture for prospectors and a resting-place for tired burros, by damn!"
He was a sandy-complexioned man in whose face geniality and humor seemed the
salient characteristics. It was a mobile face, quick-changing to inward mood
and thought. Thinking was in him a visible process. Ideas chased across his
face like wind-flaws across the surface of a lake. His hair, sparse and
unkempt of growth, was as indeterminate and colorless as his complexion. It
would seem that all the color of his frame had gone into his eyes, for they
were startlingly blue. Also, they were laughing and merry eyes, within them
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