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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: mechanical nature of life. That was seven years before, but West
looked scarcely a day older now -- he was small, blond, clean-shaven,
soft-voiced, and spectacled, with only an occasional flash of
a cold blue eye to tell of the hardening and growing fanaticism
of his character under the pressure of his terrible investigations.
Our experiences had often been hideous in the extreme; the results
of defective reanimation, when lumps of graveyard clay had been
galvanised into morbid, unnatural, and brainless motion by various
modifications of the vital solution.
One thing had uttered a
nerve-shattering scream; another had risen violently, beaten us
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