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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson: stumbling homewards; the graveyard is full of bones; and away
on Montfaucon, Colin de Cayeux and Montigny hang draggled in
the rain. Is there nothing better to be seen than sordid
misery and worthless joys? Only where the poor old mother of
the poet kneels in church below painted windows, and makes
tremulous supplication to the Mother of God.
In our mixed world, full of green fields and happy lovers,
where not long before, Joan of Arc had led one of the highest
and noblest lives in the whole story of mankind, this was all
worth chronicling that our poet could perceive. His eyes
were indeed sealed with his own filth. He dwelt all his life
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