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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: who listen to their tales. Without moving a muscle of his face he
emitted a powerful "Rot," from somewhere out of the depths of his
chest, and went on in his hoarse, fragmentary mumble. "Stare at
the silly rocks - nod their silly heads [the visitors, I presume].
What do they think a man is - blown-out paper bag or what? - go off
pop like that when he's hit - Damn silly yarn - Hint indeed! . . .
A lie?"
You must imagine this statuesque ruffian enhaloed in the black rim
of his hat, letting all this out as an old dog growls sometimes,
with his head up and staring-away eyes.
"Indeed!" I exclaimed. "Well, but even if untrue it IS a hint,
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