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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: She followed the sound of the music. Around the corner. Up a
little flight of stairs. She entered the realm of Euterpe;
Euterpe with her hair frizzed; Euterpe with her flowing white
robe replaced by soiled white shoes; Euterpe abandoning her flute
for jazz. She sat at the piano, a red- haired young lady whose
familiarity with the piano had bred contempt. Nothing else could
have accounted for her treatment of it. Her fingers, tipped with
sharp-pointed and glistening nails, clawed the keys with a
dreadful mechanical motion. There were stacks of music sheets on
counters and shelves and dangling from overhead wires. The girl
at the piano never ceased playing. She played mostly by request.
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