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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: the side of the chief, raised their arms in a last salutation;
and the distant gesture appeared sad, futile, lost in space, like
a sign of distress made by castaways in the vain hope of an
impossible help.
He departed, he returned, he went away again, and each time those
two figures, lonely on some sandbank of the Shallows, made at him
the same futile sign of greeting or good-bye. Their arms at each
movement seemed to draw closer around his heart the bonds of a
protecting affection. He worked prosaically, earning money to pay
the cost of the romantic necessity that had invaded his life. And
the money ran like water out of his hands. The owner of the New
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