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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: was yet without form and void. He was alone on it--
alone among awful, planetary solitudes which crushed him.
The sight of Celia, sitting motionless only a pace in front
of him, was plain enough to his eyes. It was an illusion.
She was really a star, many millions of miles away.
These things were hard to understand; but they were true,
none the less. People seemed to be about him, but in fact
he was alone. He recalled that even the little child
in the car, playing with those two buttons on a string,
would have nothing to do with him. Take his money, yes;
take all he would give her--but not smile at him, not come
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