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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: May flower in hell, when its roots are twisted
And wound with the roots of vice; but the stronger
Never is known till there comes that battle
With sin to prove the victor. Perilous
Things are these demons we call our passions:
Slaves are we of their roving fancies,
Fools of their devilish glee. -- You think me,
I know, in this maundering way designing
To lighten the load of my guilt and cast it
Half on the shoulders of God. But hear me!
I'm partly a man, -- for all my weakness, --
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