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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: liquid fields, the sea and the sky taught him many poems. To him, all
was variety in that vast picture so monotonous to some. Like other men
whose souls dominate their bodies, he had a piercing sight which could
reach to enormous distances and seize, with admirable ease and without
fatigue, the fleeting tints of the clouds, the passing shimmer of the
waters. On days of perfect stillness his eyes could see the manifold
tints of the ocean, which to him, like the face of a woman, had its
physiognomy, its smiles, ideas, caprices; there green and sombre; here
smiling and azure; sometimes uniting its brilliant lines with the hazy
gleams of the horizon, or again, softly swaying beneath the orange-
tinted heavens. For him all-glorious fetes were celebrated at sundown
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