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It can be done · Chapter 152The Celestial Surgeon
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We may acquire the resolution to be happy by resting on a bed of roses. If that fails us, we should try a bed of nettles.
If I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:— Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake; Or, Lord, if too obdurate I, Choose thou, before that spirit die, A piercing pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in!
Robert Louis Stevenson.