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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: The moon rose; then the cithara and the flute began to play together.
Salammbo unfastened her earrings, her necklace, her bracelets, and her
long white simar; she unknotted the band in her hair, shaking the
latter for a few minutes softly over her shoulders to cool herself by
thus scattering it. The music went on outside; it consisted of three
notes ever the same, hurried and frenzied; the strings grated, the
flute blew; Taanach kept time by striking her hands; Salammbo, with a
swaying of her whole body, chanted prayers, and her garments fell one
after another around her.
The heavy tapestry trembled, and the python's head appeared above the
cord that supported it. The serpent descended slowly like a drop of
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