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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Phantasmagoria and Other Poems by Lewis Carroll: FAME'S PENNY-TRUMPET
[Affectionately dedicated to all "original researchers" who pant
for "endowment."]
BLOW, blow your trumpets till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
And bid them huddle at your back -
Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals!
Fill all the air with hungry wails -
"Reward us, ere we think or write!
Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails
To sate the swinish appetite!"
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