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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad: eyes. And I see a bay, a wide bay, smooth as glass and
polished like ice, shimmering in the dark. A red light
burns far off upon the gloom of the land, and the night
is soft and warm. We drag at the oars with aching arms,
and suddenly a puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and
laden with strange odors of blossoms, of aromatic wood,
comes out of the still night--the first sigh of the East on
my face. That I can never forget. It was impalpable
and enslaving, like a charm, like a whispered promise of
mysterious delight.
"We had been pulling this finishing spell for eleven
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