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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: lamps are filled. There's tinned stuff in the pantry. And
the mountains are there, girl, to make you clean and whole
again. . . ."
She stepped up to the little log-pillared porch and turned
the key in the lock. She opened the door wide, and walked
in. And then she shut her eyes for a moment. Because, if
it shouldn't be true----
But there was a fire laid with fat pine knots. She walked
straight over to it, and took her box of matches from her
bag, struck one, and held it to the wood. They blazed like
a torch. Books! Along the four walls, books. Fat,
Fanny Herself |
