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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: remnants of a crowd of frightened foreigners were watching a silent
black form on the floor.
The match had been between Kid O’Brien
-- a lubberly and now quaking youth with a most un-Hibernian hooked
nose -- and Buck Robinson, "The Harlem Smoke." The negro had been
knocked out, and a moment’s examination shewed us that he would
permanently remain so. He was a loathsome, gorilla-like thing,
with abnormally long arms which I could not help calling fore
legs, and a face that conjured up thoughts of unspeakable Congo
secrets and tom-tom poundings under an eerie moon. The body must
have looked even worse in life -- but the world holds many ugly
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