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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: doing. He was helping himself out of a decanter. I saw every
movement, and I said to myself mockingly as though jeering at
Franklin in my thoughts, 'Hallo! Here's the captain taking to drink
at last.' He poured a little brandy or whatever it was into a long
glass, filled it with water, drank about a fourth of it and stood
the glass back into the holder. Every sign of a bad drinking bout,
I was saying to myself, feeling quite amused at the notions of that
Franklin. He seemed to me an enormous ass, with his jealousy and
his fears. At that rate a month would not have been enough for
anybody to get drunk. The captain sat down in one of the swivel
arm-chairs fixed around the table; I had him right under me and as
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