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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: to be looked at, and not lived. Now that you are visiting Ifdawn,
you will have to change your notions."
"Go catch your fish," he returned, pulling down his brows.
The broad, clear waters flowed past them with swelling undulations,
from the direction of the mountains. Oceaxe knelt down on the bank,
and peered into the depths. Presently her look became tense and
concentrated; she dipped her hand in and pulled out some sort of
little monster. It was more like a reptile than a fish, with its
scaly plates and teeth. She threw it on the ground, and it started
crawling about. Suddenly she darted all her will into her sorb. The
creature leaped into the air, and fell down dead.
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