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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: trout."
Was there ever such an impossible man! His whole harvest had gone up in his
haystacks and barn. It was uninsured, I knew. And yet, in the face of famine
and the rigorous winter, he went out gayly in quest of a mess of trout,
forsooth, because he "doted" on them! Had gloom but rested, no matter how
lightly, on his brow, or had his bovine countenance grown long and serious and
less like the moon, or had he removed that smile but once from off his face, I
am sure I could have forgiven him for existing. But no. he grew only more
cheerful under misfortune.
I insulted him. He looked at me in slow and smiling surprise.
"I fight you? Why?" he asked slowly. And then he laughed. "You are so funny!
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