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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: forward with his elbow in the ratlines of the mizzen rigging before I
went below. The mate's faint snoring was still going on peacefully.
The cuddy lamp was burning over the table on which stood a vase
with flowers, a polite attention from the ship's provision merchant--
the last flowers we should see for the next three months at the very least.
Two bunches of bananas hung from the beam symmetrically, one on each
side of the rudder casing. Everything was as before in the ship--
except that two of her captain's sleeping suits were simultaneously
in use, one motionless in the cuddy, the other keeping very still
in the captain's stateroom.
It must be explained here that my cabin had the form of the capital
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