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Larger context for LACK in Corpus USbrown_UKbncw/UK_bncw.txt

If she had learnt anything about life it was that no beneficent creator was in charge.
Creation had been magnificent and miraculous, but its continuance and maintenance less so.
It was as if a genius creator, after six days' labour, had become uninterested in his achievement and had delegated responsibility for the rule and administration of his work to a band of bureaucrats -- a tireless bunch of imbeciles, lacking compassion, who justified their role in the scheme of things by ceaselessly inventing trials for man, to keep him on his toes.
At the centre of the pond the water was opaque, a lush green with a smooth surface of tiny plant leaves.
The exquisite pattern was disturbed, from time to time, by the sudden appearance of a circle of grey as some water creature came to the surface, displacing the mosaic.
The river flowed silently through the forest like blood through the body.
The air seemed to be holding its breath.
The scent of rotting leaves, beech nuts and bracken combined in a heady mélange Elisabeth found intoxicating.
She, who was the victim of the harsh tumult of dissonance, observed how the noiselessness of the forest was made evident by the occasional snap of a twig or dry thud of a pine-cone falling to the ground.
Noise creates silence!
The seeming contradiction reminded her of another: "the solution posed the question".