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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: were to my soul when the woman I loved was the mainspring of all I
did. I have known the pleasures of maternity in my love. I
accepted life thus. Like the paupers who live along the great
highways, I built myself a hut on the borders of your beautiful
domain, though I never sought to approach you. Poor and lonely,
struck blind by Adam's good fortune, I was, nevertheless, the
giver. Yes, you were surrounded by a love as pure as a guardian-
angel's; it waked while you slept; it caressed you with a look as
you passed; it was happy in its own existence,--you were the sun
of my native land to me, poor exile, who now writes to you with
tears in his eyes as he thinks of the happiness of those first
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