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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: He looked at her with mild amusement.
"What is the matter now?" she queried.
"Oh, nothing, only I don't fancy being eaten by a lot of filthy
niggers is the least bit romantic."
"No, of course not," she admitted. "But to be among them,
controlling them, directing them, two hundred of them, and to
escape being eaten by them--that, at least, if it isn't romantic,
is certainly the quintessence of adventure. And adventure and
romance are allied, you know."
"By the same token, to go into a nigger's stomach should be the
quintessence of adventure," he retorted.
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