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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: before him but duties, that he knew what he would have to do as soon
as the dawn broke and for a long succession of days. A most
soothing certitude. He enjoyed it in the dark, stretched out in his
bunk with his new blankets pulled over him. Some clock ashore
beyond the dock-gates struck two. And then he heard nothing more,
because he went off into a light sleep from which he woke up with a
start. He had not taken his clothes off, it was hardly worth while.
He jumped up and went on deck.
The morning was clear, colourless, grey overhead; the dock like a
sheet of darkling glass crowded with upside-down reflections of
warehouses, of hulls and masts of silent ships. Rare figures moved
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