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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: his memoirs, which will be interesting. He once met Borrow; they
boxed; 'and Geordie,' says the old man chuckling, 'gave me the
damnedest hiding.' Of Wordsworth he remarked, 'He wasnae sound in
the faith, sir, and a milk-blooded, blue-spectacled bitch forbye.
But his po'mes are grand - there's no denying that.' I asked him
what his book was. 'I havenae mind,' said he - that was his only
book! On turning it out, I found it was one of my own, and on
showing it to him, he remembered it at once. 'O aye,' he said, 'I
mind now. It's pretty bad; ye'll have to do better than that,
chieldy,' and chuckled, chuckled. He is a strange old figure, to
be sure. He cannot endure Pirbright Smith - 'a mere aesthAtic,' he
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