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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: swiftly, then his hand lowered first above the bell, then
settled on the bottle. Slowly he filled a glass, slowly
drank it out; and, as a tide of animal warmth recomforted the
recesses of his nature, stood there smiling at himself. He
remembered he was young; the funeral curtains rose, and he
saw his life shine and broaden and flow out majestically,
like a river sunward. The smile still on his lips, he lit a
second candle and a third; a fire stood ready built in a
chimney, he lit that also; and the fir-cones and the gnarled
olive billets were swift to break in flame and to crackle on
the hearth, and the room brightened and enlarged about him
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