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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: tragedy--waste.
For almost half a century this man had combated the elements,
head set, eyes wary, shoulders squared. He had fought wind and
sun, rain and drought, scourge and flood. He had risen before
dawn and slept before sunset. In the process he had taken on
something of the color and the rugged immutability of the fields
and hills and trees among which he toiled. Something of their
dignity, too, though your town dweller might fail to see it
beneath the drab exterior. He had about him none of the
highlights and sharp points of the city man. He seemed to blend
in with the background of nature so as to be almost
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