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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde: slumbered, and the silver Venus that stood in the sunlight held out
her arms to a Venus as lovely as herself.
Was it Echo? He had called to her once in the valley, and she had
answered him word for word. Could she mock the eye, as she mocked
the voice? Could she make a mimic world just like the real world?
Could the shadows of things have colour and life and movement?
Could it be that - ?
He started, and taking from his breast the beautiful white rose, he
turned round, and kissed it. The monster had a rose of its own,
petal for petal the same! It kissed it with like kisses, and
pressed it to its heart with horrible gestures.
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