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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Virginibus Puerisque by Robert Louis Stevenson: learning. Nor is the truant always in the streets, for if he
prefers, he may go out by the gardened suburbs into the
country. He may pitch on some tuft of lilacs over a burn, and
smoke innumerable pipes to the tune of the water on the
stones. A bird will sing in the thicket. And there he may
fall into a vein of kindly thought, and see things in a new
perspective. Why, if this be not education, what is? We may
conceive Mr. Worldly Wiseman accosting such an one, and the
conversation that should thereupon ensue:-
"How now, young fellow, what dost thou here?"
"Truly, sir, I take mine ease."
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