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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: the Ancient Mariner in the poem, with
"Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink."
To get that you must go down and down, hundreds of feet, to the
green meadows through which silver Itchen glides toward the sea.
There you stand upon the bridge, and watch the trout in water so
crystal-clear that you see every weed and pebble as if you looked
through air. If ever there was pure water, you think, that is
pure. Is it so? Drink some. Wash your hands in it and try--You
feel that the water is rough, hard (as they call it), quite
different from the water at home, which feels as soft as velvet.
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