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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: already threading the birches, the crowing of cocks came cheerfully
up to my ears, and along with that the voice of a flute discoursing
a deliberate and plaintive air from one of the upland villages. I
pictured to myself some grizzled, apple-cheeked, country
schoolmaster fluting in his bit of a garden in the clear autumn
sunshine. All these beautiful and interesting sounds filled my
heart with an unwonted expectation; and it appeared to me that,
once past this range which I was mounting, I should descend into
the garden of the world. Nor was I deceived, for I was now done
with rains and winds and a bleak country. The first part of my
journey ended here; and this was like an induction of sweet sounds
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