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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: room as though with the sound of an enormous bell tolling far away. He
counted the strokes. Twelve. Another day had begun. To-morrow had
come; the mysterious and lying to-morrow that lures men, disdainful of
love and faith, on and on through the poignant futilities of life to
the fitting reward of a grave. He counted the strokes, and gazing at
the grate seemed to wait for more. Then, as if called out, left the
room, walking firmly.
When outside he heard footsteps in the hall and stood still. A bolt
was shot--then another. They were locking up--shutting out his desire
and his deception from the indignant criticism of a world full of
noble gifts for those who proclaim themselves without stain and
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