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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: trouble of production increases on me at a great rate - and mighty
anxious about how I am to leave my family: an elderly man, with
elderly preoccupations, whom I should be ashamed to show you for
your old friend; but not a hope of my dying soon and cleanly, and
'winning off the stage.' Rather I am daily better in physical
health. I shall have to see this business out, after all; and I
think, in that case, they should have - they might have - spared me
all my ill-health this decade past, if it were not to unbar the
doors. I have no taste for old age, and my nose is to be rubbed in
it in spite of my face. I was meant to die young, and the gods do
not love me.
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