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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: summit, which is all of splendid snow, is close at hand; the nigh
slopes, which are black with pine trees, bear it no relation, and
might be in another sphere. Here there are none of those delicate
gradations, those intimate, misty joinings-on and spreadings-out into
the distance, nothing of that art of air and light by which the face
of nature explains and veils itself in climes which we may be allowed
to think more lovely. A glaring piece of crudity, where everything
that is not white is a solecism and defies the judgment of the
eyesight; a scene of blinding definition; a parade of daylight,
almost scenically vulgar, more than scenically trying, and yet hearty
and healthy, making the nerves to tighten and the mouth to smile:
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