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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Jungle Tales of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: brute was still.
Tarzan of the Apes stood looking down upon his kill,
and as he stood there he ran his fingers through his thick,
black shock of hair. Presently he stooped and touched
the dead body. Some of the red life-blood of the gorilla
crimsoned his fingers. He raised them to his nose and sniffed.
Then he shook his head and turned toward the cabin.
The door was still open. He closed it and fastened the latch.
Returning toward the body of his kill he again paused
and scratched his head.
If this was a sleep adventure, what then was reality? How
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