| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: right at the kraal gate. I remember that I hesitated a little before
going in, there was such an air of desolation about the spot. Nature
never looks desolate when man has not yet laid his hand upon her breast;
she is only lonely. But when man has been, and has passed away, then
she looks desolate.
"Well, I passed into the kraal, and went up to the principal hut. In
front of the hut was something with an old sheep-skin kaross thrown over
it. I stooped down and drew off the rug, and then shrank back amazed,
for under it was the body of a young woman recently dead. For a moment
I thought of turning back, but my curiosity overcame me; so going past
the dead woman, I went down on my hands and knees and crept into the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: soul in a long string, and I am carried away by my own eloquence.
I speak with irresistible rapidity and passion, and it seems as
though there were no force which could check the flow of my
words. To lecture well -- that is, with profit to the listeners
and without boring them -- one must have, besides talent,
experience and a special knack; one must possess a clear
conception of one's own powers, of the audience to which one is
lecturing, and of the subject of one's lecture. Moreover, one
must be a man who knows what he is doing; one must keep a sharp
lookout, and not for one second lose sight of what lies before
one.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: From the first we were at our ease with one another. "So
picturesque, so very picturesque," came a voice from above, and
then: "Bee-atrice!"
"I've a hundred things I want to know about you," she said with
an easy intimacy, as we went up the winding steps....
As the four of us sat at tea together under the cedar on the
terrace she asked questions about my aeronautics. My aunt helped
with a word or so about my broken ribs. Lady Osprey evidently
regarded flying as a most indesirable and improper topic--a
blasphemous intrusion upon the angels. "It isn't flying," I
explained. "We don't fly yet."
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