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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: the wonderful clear, pure air wells into your lungs the while by
voluptuous inhalations, and makes the eyes bright, and sets the heart
tinkling to a new tune - or, rather, to an old tune; for you remember
in your boyhood something akin to this spirit of adventure, this
thirst for exploration, that now takes you masterfully by the hand,
plunges you into many a deep grove, and drags you over many a stony
crest. it is as if the whole wood were full of friendly voice,
calling you farther in, and you turn from one side to another, like
Buridan's donkey, in a maze of pleasure.
Comely beeches send up their white, straight, clustered branches,
barred with green moss, like so many fingers from a half-clenched
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