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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: village. Hey, you, Charley! What fella place head he stop?"
"S'pose he stop along devil-devil house," was the answer. "That
big fella house, he devil-devil."
It was the largest house in the village, ambitiously ornamented
with fancy-plaited mats and king-posts carved into obscene and
monstrous forms half-human and half-animal. Into it they went, in
the obscure light stumbling across the sleeping-logs of the village
bachelors and knocking their heads against strings of weird votive-
offerings, dried and shrivelled, that hung from the roof-beams. On
either side were rude gods, some grotesquely carved, others no more
than shapeless logs swathed in rotten and indescribably filthy
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