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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad: ful how that smell hangs about the cabin.' About ten,
the mate being on the poop, I stepped down on the main-
deck for a moment. The carpenter's bench stood abaft
the mainmast: I leaned against it sucking at my pipe,
and the carpenter, a young chap, came to talk to me. He
remarked, 'I think we have done very well, haven't we?'
and then I perceived with annoyance the fool was try-
ing to tilt the bench. I said curtly, 'Don't, Chips,' and
immediately became aware of a queer sensation, of an
absurd delusion,--I seemed somehow to be in the air. I
heard all round me like a pent-up breath released--as
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