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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: He passed the greater part of the day in the streets, coming home
at irregular hours, dreading the silence and orderliness of his
apartment, and the critical scrutiny of Flint. His real life was
spent in a world so remote from this familiar setting that he
sometimes had the mysterious sense of a living metempsychosis, a
furtive passage from one identity to another--yet the other as
unescapably himself!
One humiliation he was spared: the desire to live never revived
in him. Not for a moment was he tempted to a shabby pact with
existing conditions. He wanted to die, wanted it with the fixed
unwavering desire which alone attains its end. And still the end
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