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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: West had a private laboratory in an east room of the barn-like
temporary edifice, assigned him on his plea that he was devising
new and radical methods for the treatment of hitherto hopeless
cases of maiming. There he worked like a butcher in the midst
of his gory wares -- I could never get used to the levity with
which he handled and classified certain things. At times he actually
did perform marvels of surgery for the soldiers; but his chief
delights were of a less public and philanthropic kind, requiring
many explanations of sounds which seemed peculiar even amidst
that babel of the damned. Among these sounds were frequent revolver-shots
-- surely not uncommon on a battlefield, but distinctly uncommon
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