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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: outside, offering you any price you liked. That 'ud wake up
Wimblehurst.... Lord! You haven't an Idea down here. Not an
idea. Zzzz."
He passed into a rapt dream, from which escaped such fragments
as: "Fifty per cent. advance sir; security--to-morrow. Zzzz."
The idea of cornering a drug struck upon my mind then as a sort
of irresponsible monkey trick that no one would ever be
permitted to do in reality. It was the sort of nonsense one
would talk to make Ewart laugh and set him going on to still
odder possibilities. I thought it was part of my uncle's way of
talking. But I've learnt differently since. The whole trend of
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