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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: glade: there was no outlook, except north-eastward upon distant
hill-tops, or straight upward to the sky; and the encampment felt
secure and private like a room. By the time I had made my
arrangements and fed Modestine, the day was already beginning to
decline. I buckled myself to the knees into my sack and made a
hearty meal; and as soon as the sun went down, I pulled my cap over
my eyes and fell asleep.
Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open
world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and
the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems
a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and
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