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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: starlight this dexterous machine must have made more than
a hundred such bars out of the crude clay, and the mound
of bluish dust rose steadily until it topped the side of the
pit.
The contrast between the swift and complex movements
of these contrivances and the inert panting clumsiness of
their masters was acute, and for days I had to tell myself
repeatedly that these latter were indeed the living of the two
things.
The curate had possession of the slit when the first men
were brought to the pit. I was sitting below, huddled up,
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