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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: "Stick your finger in it."
I obeyed, and was aware of a sensation of cool moistness. On withdrawing my
hand I glanced at the forefinger, the one I had immersed, but it had
disappeared. I moved and knew from the alternate tension and relaxation of the
muscles that I moved it, but it defied my sense of sight. To all appearances I
had been shorn of a finger; nor could I get any visual impression of it till I
extended it under the skylight and saw its shadow plainly blotted on the
floor.
Lloyd chuckled. "Now spread it on, and keep your eyes open."
I dipped the brush into the seemingly empty pot, and gave him a long stroke
across his chest. With the passage of the brush the living flesh disappeared
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