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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson: entrance. 'Mr. Commissary,' he began, 'I am an artist.' And on
went the commissary's hat again. No courtesy for the companions of
Apollo! 'They are as degraded as that,' said M. de Vauversin with
a sweep of his cigarette.
But what pleased me most was one outbreak of his, when we had been
talking all the evening of the rubs, indignities, and pinchings of
his wandering life. Some one said, it would be better to have a
million of money down, and Mlle. Ferrario admitted that she would
prefer that mightily. 'EH BIEN, MOI NON; - not I,' cried De
Vauversin, striking the table with his hand. 'If any one is a
failure in the world, is it not I? I had an art, in which I have
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