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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot: Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
_Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon_ -- O swallow swallow
_Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie_
These fragments I have shored against my ruins 430
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
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