| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: vegetable garden, build new storehouses and fences, and construct a
landing-stage. I bet nothing will be done! They won't know how to
begin. I always thought the station on this river useless, and they
just fit the station!"
"They will form themselves there," said the old stager with a quiet
smile.
"At any rate, I am rid of them for six months," retorted the
director.
The two men watched the steamer round the bend, then, ascending arm in
arm the slope of the bank, returned to the station. They had been in
this vast and dark country only a very short time, and as yet always
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato: philosopher who is also in a mean between the wise and the ignorant. Such
is the nature of Love, who is not to be confused with the beloved.
But Love desires the beautiful; and then arises the question, What does he
desire of the beautiful? He desires, of course, the possession of the
beautiful;--but what is given by that? For the beautiful let us substitute
the good, and we have no difficulty in seeing the possession of the good to
be happiness, and Love to be the desire of happiness, although the meaning
of the word has been too often confined to one kind of love. And Love
desires not only the good, but the everlasting possession of the good. Why
then is there all this flutter and excitement about love? Because all men
and women at a certain age are desirous of bringing to the birth. And love
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: picture vanished. But deep within her the antenatal thing that lay here
had a dream. In those eyes that had never seen the day, in that half-
shaped brain was a sensation of light! Light--that it never had seen.
Light--that perhaps it never should see. Light--that existed somewhere!
And already it had its reward: the Ideal was real to it.
London.
VII. IN A RUINED CHAPEL.
"I cannot forgive--I love."
There are four bare walls; there is a Christ upon the walls, in red,
carrying his cross; there is a Blessed Bambino with the face rubbed out;
there is Madonna in blue and red; there are Roman soldiers and a Christ
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