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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London: The barkeepers were active. Voices were raised. Somebody
laughed. And when the fiddler, peering into the front room,
remarked to the pianist, "It's Burning Daylight," the waltz-time
perceptibly quickened, and the dancers, catching the contagion,
began to whirl about as if they really enjoyed it. It was known
to them of old time that nothing languished when Burning Daylight
was around.
He turned from the bar and saw the woman by the stove and the
eager look of welcome she extended him.
"Hello, Virgin, old girl," he called. "Hello, Charley. What's
the matter with you-all? Why wear faces like that when coffins
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