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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: The lids fell.
"Sorry," he said presently, with an effort. He seemed trying to think.
"The last," he murmured, "the last of this silly universe.
What a mess--"
I listened. His head fell helplessly to one side. I thought some drink
might revive him; but there was neither drink nor vessel in which to
bring drink at hand. He seemed suddenly heavier. My heart went cold.
I bent down to his face, put my hand through the rent in his blouse.
He was dead; and even as he died a line of white heat, the limb
of the sun, rose eastward beyond the projection of the bay,
splashing its radiance across the sky and turning the dark sea into
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