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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Prufrock/Other Observations by T. S. Eliot: My buried life, and Paris in the Spring
feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all."
The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
"I am always sure that you understand
My feelings, always sure that you feel,
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.
You are invulnerable, you have no Achilles’ heel.
You will go on, and when you have prevailed
You can say: at this point many a one has failed.
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