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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Coxon Fund by Henry James: talkers. Before we parted George Gravener had wondered why such a
row should be made about a chatterbox the more and why he should be
pampered and pensioned. The greater the wind-bag the greater the
calamity. Out of proportion to everything else on earth had come
to be this wagging of the tongue. We were drenched with talk--our
wretched age was dying of it. I differed from him here sincerely,
only going so far as to concede, and gladly, that we were drenched
with sound. It was not however the mere speakers who were killing
us--it was the mere stammerers. Fine talk was as rare as it was
refreshing--the gift of the gods themselves, the one starry spangle
on the ragged cloak of humanity. How many men were there who rose
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