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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: position by making fun of the dinners to which poverty condemns
them. The hearth is always so clean and neat that it is evident
that a fire is only kindled there on great occasions; the stone
chimney-piece is adorned by a couple of vases filled with faded
artificial flowers imprisoned under glass shades, on either side
of a bluish marble clock in the very worst taste.
The first room exhales an odor for which there is no name in the
language, and which should be called the odeur de pension. The
damp atmosphere sends a chill through you as you breathe it; it
has a stuffy, musty, and rancid quality; it permeates your
clothing; after-dinner scents seem to be mingled in it with
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