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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: for, though he was an artist to the essence, the modern reactionary
nymph, with the brambles of the woodland caught in her folds and a
look as if the satyrs had toyed with her hair, made him shrink not
as a man of starch and patent leather, but as a man potentially
himself a poet or even a faun. The girl was really more candid
than her costume, and the best proof of it was her supposing her
liberal character suited by any uniform. This was a fallacy, since
if she was draped as a pessimist he was sure she liked the taste of
life. He thanked her for her appreciation - aware at the same time
that he didn't appear to thank her enough and that she might think
him ungracious. He was afraid she would ask him to explain
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