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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: stirred, seemed to detach himself from the rail with difficulty.
His long, slender figure straightened into stiffness, as if hostile
to the enveloping soft peace of air and sea and sky, emitted into
the night a weak murmur which Mr. Powell fancied was the word,
"Abominable" repeated three times, but which passed into the faintly
louder declaration: "The moment has come--to go to bed," followed
by a just audible sigh.
"I sleep very well," added Mr. Smith in his restrained tone. "But
it is the moment one opens one's eyes that is horrible at sea.
These days! Oh, these days! I wonder how anybody can . . . "
"I like the life," observed Mr. Powell.
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