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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad: men dropped the oars and fell off the thwarts as if dead.
I made fast to a pile. A current rippled softly. The
scented obscurity of the shore was grouped into vast
masses, a density of colossal clumps of vegetation, prob-
ably--mute and fantastic shapes. And at their foot the
semicircle of a beach gleamed faintly, like an illusion.
There was not a light, not a stir, not a sound. The mys-
terious East faced me, perfumed like a flower, silent like
death, dark like a grave.
"And I sat weary beyond expression, exulting like a
conqueror, sleepless and entranced as if before a pro-
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