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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: Poor devils! Alter all, they were not evil things of their kind.
They were the men of another age and another order of being. Nature
had played a hellish jest on them - as it will on any others that
human madness, callousness, or cruelty may hereafter dig up in
that hideously dead or sleeping polar waste - and this was their
tragic homecoming. They had not been even savages-for what indeed
had they done? That awful awakening in the cold of an unknown
epoch - perhaps an attack by the furry, frantically barking quadrupeds,
and a dazed defense against them and the equally frantic white
simians with the queer wrappings and paraphernalia ... poor Lake,
poor Gedney... and poor Old Ones! Scientists to the last - what
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