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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: and vaulting madly into the starred abyss of the rural night.
I think we screamed ourselves as we stumbled frantically toward
the town, though as we reached the outskirts we put on a semblance
of restraint -- just enough to seem like belated revellers staggering
home from a debauch.
We did not separate, but managed to get
to West’s room, where we whispered with the gas up until dawn.
By then we had calmed ourselves a little with rational theories
and plans for investigation, so that we could sleep through the
day -- classes being disregarded. But that evening two items in
the paper, wholly unrelated, made it again impossible for us to
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