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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson: indeed; but when they were done, I could see they were rubbish. In
consequence, I very rarely showed them even to my friends; and such
friends as I chose to be my confidants I must have chosen well, for
they had the friendliness to be quite plain with me, "Padding,"
said one. Another wrote: "I cannot understand why you do lyrics so
badly." No more could I! Thrice I put myself in the way of a more
authoritative rebuff, by sending a paper to a magazine. These were
returned; and I was not surprised nor even pained. If they had not
been looked at, as (like all amateurs) I suspected was the case,
there was no good in repeating the experiment; if they had been
looked at - well, then I had not yet learned to write, and I must
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