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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: fermented juice of grapes. It was quite the most wonderful
meal I had eaten since I quit the Toreador and Bowen J.
Tyler's colored chef, who could make pork-chops taste like
chicken, and chicken taste like heaven.
Chapter 6
After dinner I rolled a cigaret and stretched myself at ease
upon a pile of furs before the doorway, with Ajor's head
pillowed in my lap and a feeling of great content pervading me.
It was the first time since my plane had topped the barrier-
cliffs of Caspak that I had felt any sense of peace or security.
My hand wandered to the velvet cheek of the girl I had claimed
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