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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: window. The mere fact is tonic to his nerves. His choice of a place
of wintering has somehow to his own eyes the air of an act of bold
contract; and, since he has wilfully sought low temperatures, he is
not so apt to shudder at a touch of chill. He came for that, he
looked for it, and he throws it from him with the thought.
A long straight reach of valley, wall-like mountains upon either hand
that rise higher and higher and shoot up new summits the higher you
climb; a few noble peaks seen even from the valley; a village of
hotels; a world of black and white - black pine-woods, clinging to
the sides of the valley, and white snow flouring it, and papering it
between the pine-woods, and covering all the mountains with a
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