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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: rarely still. But strangest of all, and in appearance oldest of all,
are the dim and wizard upland districts of young wood. The ground is
carpeted with fir-tassel, and strewn with fir-apples and flakes of
fallen bark. Rocks lie crouching in the thicket, guttered with rain,
tufted with lichen, white with years and the rigours of the changeful
seasons. Brown and yellow butterflies are sown and carried away
again by the light air - like thistledown. The loneliness of these
coverts is so excessive, that there are moments when pleasure draws
to the verge of fear. You listen and listen for some noise to break
the silence, till you grow half mesmerised by the intensity of the
strain; your sense of your own identity is troubled; your brain
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