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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: and downlands of his boyhood; where in little dreaming villages
England's old songs hover at evening behind lattice windows, and
where grey church towers peep lovely through the verdure of distant
valleys. He could not go back to these things in the waking world
because his body was dead; but he had done the next best thing
and dreamed a small tract of such countryside in the region east
of the city where meadows roll gracefully up from the sea-cliffs
to the foot of the Tanarian Hills. There he dwelt in a grey Gothic
manor-house of stone looking on the sea, and tried to think it
was ancient Trevor Towers, where he was born and where thirteen
generations of his forefathers had first seen the light. And on
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