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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: to this uncourtliness, that I must appear before one of the kings
of that country of rhyme without my singing robes. For less than
this, if we may trust the book of Esther, favourites have tasted
death; but I conceive the kingdom of the Muses mildlier mannered;
and in particular that county which you administer and which I seem
to see as a half-suburban land; a land of holly-hocks and country
houses; a land where at night, in thorny and sequestered bypaths,
you will meet masqueraders going to a ball in their sedans, and the
rector steering homeward by the light of his lantern; a land of the
windmill, and the west wind, and the flowering hawthorn with a
little scented letter in the hollow of its trunk, and the kites
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