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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: heavy dew or rain during the night. A poignantly sweet smell of
nature entered his nostrils. His pain was quiescent, and his spirits
were high.
Before he bathed, he viewed the mountains of the Ifdawn Marest. In
the morning sunlight they stood out pictorially. He guessed that
they were from five to six thousand feet high. The lofty, irregular,
castellated line seemed like the walls of a magic city. The cliffs
fronting him were composed of gaudy rocks - vermilion, emerald,
yellow, ulfire, and black. As he gazed at them, his heart began to
beat like a slow, heavy drum, and he thrilled all over -
indescribable hopes, aspirations, and emotions came over him. It was
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