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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad: her. Instantly, as if by magic, our dozing pilots got on their
feet in a body. An incredible babel of bantering shouts burst
out, a jocular, passionate, voluble chatter, which lasted till
the boats were stern to stern, theirs all bright now and with a
shining sail to our eyes, we turned all black to their vision,
and drawing away from them under a sable wing. That
extraordinary uproar died away almost as suddenly as it had
begun; first one had enough of it and sat down, then another,
then three or four together, and when all had left off with
mutters and growling half-laughs the sound of hearty chuckling
became audible, persistent, unnoticed. The cowled grandfather
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