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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: spell the outlandish vocable that charmed me in my childhood:
'Jehovah Tschidkenu is nothing to her'; -
I may say, without flippancy, that he was nothing to me either, since
I had no ray of a guess of what he was about; yet the verse, from
then to now, a longer interval than the life of a generation, has
continued to haunt me.
I have said that I should set a passage distinguished by obvious and
pleasing imagery, however faint; for the child thinks much in images,
words are very live to him, phrases that imply a picture eloquent
beyond their value. Rummaging in the dusty pigeon-holes of memory, I
came once upon a graphic version of the famous Psalm, 'The Lord is my
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