| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: sin you have committed against our Father in heaven. And you may also
think of the submission you owe to those who are older and wiser than you
are, and whose duty it is to check and correct you."
Saying this, Bonaparte stood up and took down the key of the fuel-house,
which hung on a nail against the wall.
"Walk on, my boy," said Bonaparte, pointing to the door; and as he followed
him out he drew his mouth expressively on one side, and made the lash of
the little horsewhip stick out of his pocket and shake up and down.
Tant Sannie felt half sorry for the lad; but she could not help laughing,
it was always so funny when one was going to have a whipping, and it would
do him good. Anyhow, he would forget all about it when the places were
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith: To Ridley MacNab, he at least had confess'd it
Admitted discussion! and certainly no man
Could more promptly have answer'd the sceptical Roman
Than Ridley. Hear some street astronomer talk!
Grant him two or three hearers, a morsel of chalk,
And forthwith on the pavement he'll sketch you the scheme
Of the heavens. Then hear him enlarge on his theme!
Not afraid of La Place, nor of Arago, he!
He'll prove you the whole plan in plain A B C.
Here's your sun--call him A; B's the moon; it is clear
How the rest of the alphabet brings up the rear
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Peter Pan by James M. Barrie: understand why, but Wendy understood, and she was just slightly
disappointed when he admitted that he came to the nursery window
not to see her but to listen to stories.
"You see, I don't know any stories. None of the lost boys
knows any stories."
"How perfectly awful," Wendy said.
"Do you know," Peter asked "why swallows build in the eaves of
houses? It is to listen to the stories. O Wendy, your mother
was telling you such a lovely story."
"Which story was it?"
"About the prince who couldn't find the lady who wore the glass
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