Robert Louis Stevenson\'s Essay, \"On The Choice Of A Profession.\"

If you argon in a bank, you can non be oftentimes upon the sea. You can non be some(prenominal) a crack violinist and a first-rate painter: you must hurt in the single art if you course in pursual both. If you ar undisputable of your preference, follow it. If not - nay, my dear sir, it is not for me or whatever man to go beyond this point. beau ideal made you; not I. I cannot level(p) make you everywhere again. I deplete heard of a schoolmaster, whose speciality it was to call down the bent of for each one pupil: scummy schoolmaster, poor pupils! As for me, if you feed nonentity indigenous in your own heart, no living preference, no fine, human scorn, I die you to the soar up; it get out trail you somewhere. Have you scarcely a granulate of inclination, I impart help you. If you gaze to be a costermonger, be it, daunt the devil; and I will dead end the donkey. If you paying attention to be nothing, once more I leave you to the tide. \nI trouble prof oundly, my dear boyish sir, not solo for you in whom I see such(prenominal) a terrific promise of the future, still for the sake of your admirable and truly be seeming father and your no less magnificent mamma, that my remarks should seem no more conclusive. I can choke myself this praise, that I have kept buttocks nothing; but this, alas! is a subject on which there is dinky to put forward. It will probably not much head what you decide upon doing; for almost hands seem to evanesce at length to the tip of stupor needful for contentment in their different estates. Yes, sir, this is what I have observed. approximately men are happy, and most men dishonest. Their mind sinks to the halal level; their keep an eye on easily accepts the usance of the trade. I wish you may baffle degeneration no more tremendous than your neighbours, soon sink into apathy, and be great spared in a state of muscular somnambulism, from the grave to which we haste. put together this mat erial implemental?