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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: He came to Caraher's place. There was no change here. The
saloon had weathered the storm, indispensable to the new as well
as to the old regime. The same dusty buggies and buckboards were
tied under the shed, and as Presley hurried by he could
distinguish Caraher's voice, loud as ever, still proclaiming his
creed of annihilation.
Bonneville Presley avoided. He had no associations with the
town. He turned aside from the road, and crossing the northwest
corner of Los Muertos and the line of the railroad, turned back
along the Upper Road till he came to the Long Trestle and
Annixter's,--Silence, desolation, abandonment.
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