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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: unlike a fight as plain sewing. The wind tried to drive me
westwardly, and I tried to get as much as I could eastwardly,
with the wind beating and rocking us irregularly, but by no
means unbearably, for about twelve hours. My hope lay in the
wind abating, and our keeping in the air and eastward of
Finisterre until it did, and the chief danger was the exhaustion
of our petrol. It was a long and anxious and almost meditative
time; we were fairly warm, and only slowly getting hungry, and
except that my uncle grumbled a little and produced some
philosophical reflections, and began to fuss about having a
temperature, we talked very little. I was tired and sulky, and
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