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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad: the Carmelite Convent down in the plains where,
before he left his home, he drove his mother in a
wooden cart--a pious old woman who wanted to
offer prayers and make a vow for his safety. He
could not give me an idea of how large and lofty
and full of noise and smoke and gloom, and clang
of iron, the place was, but some one had told him
it was called Berlin. Then they rang a bell, and
another steam-machine came in, and again he was
taken on and on through a land that wearied his
eyes by its flatness without a single bit of a hill to
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