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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: that all that is raised in incorruption is sown in corruption;
art, beauty, love, religion; that all our wine is drunk out of
skulls, and poured for us by the mysterious genius of a remote
and cruel past."
The doctor's face blazed: his bent figure seemed to straighten
itself and become taller.
"Ah," he cried, growing more dithyrambic, "how lightly you ask
what it means! How confidently you expect an answer! Yet here
am I who have given my life to the study of the Renaissance; who
have violated its tomb, laid open its dead body, and traced the
course of every muscle, bone, and artery; who have sucked its
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