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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: sober, god-fearing litry gent? I think it's the motion of the
ship.) Here I was interrupted to play chess with the chief
engineer; as I grow old, I prefer the 'athletic sport of cribbage,'
of which (I am sure I misquote) I have just been reading in your
delightful LITERARY RECOLLECTIONS. How you skim along, you and
Andrew Lang (different as you are), and yet the only two who can
keep a fellow smiling every page, and ever and again laughing out
loud. I joke wi' deeficulty, I believe; I am not funny; and when I
am, Mrs. Oliphant says I'm vulgar, and somebody else says (in
Latin) that I'm a whore, which seems harsh and even uncalled for:
I shall stick to weepers; a 5s. weeper, 2s. 6d. laugher, 1s.
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