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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: foreboding spirit with tobacco; but I had a vision ever present to
me of the long, long roads, up hill and down dale, and a pair of
figures ever infinitesimally moving, foot by foot, a yard to the
minute, and, like things enchanted in a nightmare, approaching no
nearer to the goal.
In the meantime there came up behind us a tall peasant, perhaps
forty years of age, of an ironical snuffy countenance, and arrayed
in the green tail-coat of the country. He overtook us hand over
hand, and stopped to consider our pitiful advance.
'Your donkey,' says he, 'is very old?'
I told him, I believed not.
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