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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: curtain. I pointed at it and I suppose that old man inside saw me
pointing. The captain had a wonderful self-command. You couldn't
have guessed anything from his face. Well, it was perhaps more
thoughtful than usual. And indeed this was something to think
about. But I couldn't think steadily. My brain would give a sort
of jerk and then go dead again. I had lost all notion of time, and
I might have been looking at the captain for days and months for all
I knew before I heard him whisper to me fiercely: "Not a word!"
This jerked me out of that trance I was in and I said "No! No! I
didn't mean even you."
"I wanted to explain my conduct, my intentions, but I read in his
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