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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad: of white skin seen through the torn shirts. Each had
the marks as of a battle about him--bandaged heads,
tied-up arms, a strip of dirty rag round a knee--and
each man had a bottle between his legs and a chunk of
cheese in his hand. Mahon got up. With his handsome
and disreputable head, his hooked profile, his long white
beard, and with an uncorked bottle in his hand, he re-
sembled one of those reckless sea-robbers of old making
merry amidst violence and disaster. 'The last meal on
board,' he explained solemnly. 'We had nothing to eat
all day, and it was no use leaving all this.' He flourished
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