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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: that sort of language.
If Anthony's love had been as egoistic as love generally is, it
would have been greater than the egoism of his vanity--or of his
generosity, if you like--and all this could not have happened. He
would not have hit upon that renunciation at which one does not know
whether to grin or shudder. It is true too that then his love would
not have fastened itself upon the unhappy daughter of de Barral.
But it was a love born of that rare pity which is not akin to
contempt because rooted in an overwhelmingly strong capacity for
tenderness--the tenderness of the fiery kind--the tenderness of
silent solitary men, the voluntary, passionate outcasts of their
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