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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: the residual sense to dim our torches as planned, and to strike
the right tunnel toward the dead city. Instinct alone must have
carried us through - perhaps better than reason could have done;
though if that was what saved us, we paid a high price. Of reason
we certainly had little enough left.
Danforth was totally unstrung,
and the first thing I remember of the rest of the journey was
hearing him lightheadedly chant an hysterical formula in which
I alone of mankind could have found anything but insane irrelevance.
It reverberated in falsetto echoes among the squawks of the penguins;
reverberated through the vaultings ahead, and-thank God-through
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