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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: prosperity and happiness; and to myself I seem a failure. The
truth is, I have never got over the last influenza yet, and am
miserably out of heart and out of kilter. Lungs pretty right,
stomach nowhere, spirits a good deal overshadowed; but we'll come
through it yet, and cock our bonnets. (I confess with sorrow that
I am not yet quite sure about the INTELLECTS; but I hope it is only
one of my usual periods of non-work. They are more unbearable now,
because I cannot rest. NO REST BUT THE GRAVE FOR SIR WALTER! O
the words ring in a man's head.)
R. L. S.
Letter: TO A. CONAN DOYLE
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