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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: "A fortunate journey, your Excellency. God give you luck."
Every one, by the way, calls me "your Excellency," though I am
only a collegiate councillor and a kammer-junker. The porter told
me the train had not yet left the next station; I had to wait. I
went outside, and with my head heavy from my sleepless night, and
so exhausted I could hardly move my legs, I walked aimlessly
towards the pump. There was not a soul anywhere near.
"Why am I going?" I kept asking myself. "What is there awaiting
me there? The acquaintances from whom I have come away,
loneliness, restaurant dinners, noise, the electric light, which
makes my eyes ache. Where am I going, and what am I going for?
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