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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad: chair, single leaves had fluttered away into distant corners;
there were there living pages, pages scored and wounded, dead
pages that would be burnt at the end of the day--the litter of a
cruel battlefield, of a long, long and desperate fray. Long! I
suppose I went to bed sometimes, and got up the same number of
times. Yes, I suppose I slept, and ate the food put before me,
and talked connectedly to my household on suitable occasions.
But I had never been aware of the even flow of daily life, made
easy and noiseless for me by a silent, watchful, tireless
affection. Indeed, it seemed to me that I had been sitting at
that table surrounded by the litter of a desperate fray for days
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