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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: page to another in each, until I should have found employment for
the hands of Briareus. All the same, this history is a godsend for
a voyage; I can put in time, getting events co-ordinated and the
narrative distributed, when my much-heaving numskull would be
incapable of finish or fine style. At Savage we met the missionary
barque JOHN WILLIAMS. I tell you it was a great day for Savage
Island: the path up the cliffs was crowded with gay islandresses
(I like that feminine plural) who wrapped me in their embraces, and
picked my pockets of all my tobacco, with a manner which a touch
would have made revolting, but as it was, was simply charming, like
the Golden Age. One pretty, little, stalwart minx, with a red
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