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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: have been half-past nine before we left Calistoga, and night
came fully ere we struck the bottom of the grade. I have
never seen such a night. It seemed to throw calumny in the
teeth of all the painters that ever dabbled in starlight.
The sky itself was of a ruddy, powerful, nameless, changing
colour, dark and glossy like a serpent's back. The stars, by
innumerable millions, stuck boldly forth like lamps. The
milky way was bright, like a moonlit cloud; half heaven
seemed milky way. The greater luminaries shone each more
clearly than a winter's moon. Their light was dyed in every
sort of colour - red, like fire; blue, like steel; green,
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