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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: did not aspire so high. There were always five performances and
weeks of busy rehearsal; and whether we came to sit and stifle as
the prompter, to be the dumb (or rather the inarticulate)
recipients of Carter's dog whip in the TAMING OF THE SHREW, or
having earned our spurs, to lose one more illusion in a leading
part, we were always sure at least of a long and an exciting
holiday in mirthful company.
In this laborious annual diversion, Fleeming's part was large. I
never thought him an actor, but he was something of a mimic, which
stood him in stead. Thus he had seen Got in Poirier; and his own
Poirier, when he came to play it, breathed meritoriously of the
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