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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: sort that would make him permanently lame. It was the whole man
who limped and lurched, with nothing of him left in the same
position as before. The tremendous cleverness, the literary
society, the political ambition, the Bournemouth sisters all seemed
to flop with his every movement a little nearer to the floor. I
hadn't had an Oxford training and I had never encountered the great
man at whose feet poor Dawling had most submissively sat and who
had addressed him his most destructive sniffs; but I remember
asking myself how effectively this privilege had supposed itself to
prepare him for the career on which my friend appeared now to have
embarked. I remember too making up my mind about the cleverness,
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