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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf: what it amounted to. Rachel was ill; that was all; he must see that
there was medicine and milk, and that things were ready when they
were wanted. Thought had ceased; life itself had come to a standstill.
Sunday was rather worse than Saturday had been, simply because
the strain was a little greater every day, although nothing else
had changed. The separate feelings of pleasure, interest, and pain,
which combine to make up the ordinary day, were merged in one long-drawn
sensation of sordid misery and profound boredom. He had never been
so bored since he was shut up in the nursery alone as a child.
The vision of Rachel as she was now, confused and heedless,
had almost obliterated the vision of her as she had been once
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