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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: in the lives of sick folk. A year or two ago and the wounded
soldiery of mankind were all shut up together in some basking angle
of the Riviera, walking a dusty promenade or sitting in dusty olive-
yards within earshot of the interminable and unchanging surf - idle
among spiritless idlers; not perhaps dying, yet hardly living either,
and aspiring, sometimes fiercely, after livelier weather and some
vivifying change. These were certainly beautiful places to live in,
and the climate was wooing in its softness. Yet there was a later
shiver in the sunshine; you were not certain whether you were being
wooed; and these mild shores would sometimes seem to you to be the
shores of death. There was a lack of a manly element; the air was
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