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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: extraordinary. Pinnacles of water were slowly formed until they
attained a height of perhaps ten or twenty feet, when they would
suddenly sink downward and outward, creating in their descent a
series of concentric rings for long distances around them. Quickly
moving currents, like rivers in the sea, could be seen, racing away
from land; they were of a darker green and bore no pinnacles. Where
the sea met the shore, the waves rushed over the sands far in, with
almost sinister rapidity - accompanied by a weird, hissing, spitting
sound, which was what Maskull had heard. The green tongues rolled in
without foam.
About twenty miles distant, as he judged, directly opposite him, a
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