| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: the vision of heaven in the mind of a child. He wandered in the
fields of light; he passed, among the tall tapers, from tier to
tier, from fire to fire, from name to name, from the white
intensity of one clear emblem, of one saved soul, to another. It
was in the quiet sense of having saved his souls that his deep
strange instinct rejoiced. This was no dim theological rescue, no
boon of a contingent world; they were saved better than faith or
works could save them, saved for the warm world they had shrunk
from dying to, for actuality, for continuity, for the certainty of
human remembrance.
By this time he had survived all his friends; the last straight
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: Myles, and buy of him good yew staves, such as one might break a
head withal, and with them, gin ye keep your wits, ye may hold
your own against knives or short swords. I tell thee, e'en though
my trade be making of blades, rather would I ha' a good stout
cudgel in my hand than the best dagger that ever was forged."
Myles stood thoughtfully for a moment or two; then, looking up,
"Methinks thou speaketh truly, Robin," said he; "and it were ill
done to have blood upon our hands."
CHAPTER 15
From the long, narrow stone-paved Armory Court, and connecting it
with the inner Buttery Court, ran a narrow arched passage-way, in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underdogs by Mariano Azuela: had corrected certain injustices, it had given rise to others
equally deplorable. When he saw the self-servers and the un-
principled turning his hopes for the redemption of the under-
privileged of his country into a ladder to serve their own ends,
his disillusionment was deep and often bitter. His later novels
are marred at times by a savage sarcasm
During his later years, and until his death in 1952, he lived in
Mexico City writing and practicing his profession among the
poor.
The Underdogs
by Mariano Azuela
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