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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: earth. It would be worthy of the woman. No experience, no
memories, no dead traditions of passion or language would inspire
it. She herself would be its sole inspiration. She would see her
own image in it as in a mirror; and perhaps then she would
understand what it was I was saying farewell to on the very
threshold of my life. A breath of vanity passed through my brain.
A letter as moving as her mere existence was moving would be
something unique. I regretted I was not a poet.
I woke up to a great noise of feet, a sudden influx of people
through the doors of the platform. I made out my man's whiskers at
once - not that they were enormous, but because I had been warned
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