| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: were immersed in a sea of wanton, prodigal vegetation. All about
them the huge-rooted trees blocked their footing, while coiled and
knotted climbers, of the girth of a man's arm, were thrown from
lofty branch to lofty branch, or hung in tangled masses like so
many monstrous snakes. Lush-stalked plants, larger-leaved than the
body of a man, exuded a sweaty moisture from all their surfaces.
Here and there, banyan trees, like rocky islands, shouldered aside
the streaming riot of vegetation between their crowded columns,
showing portals and passages wherein all daylight was lost and only
midnight gloom remained. Tree-ferns and mosses and a myriad other
parasitic forms jostled with gay-coloured fungoid growths for room
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: In all our heaven of sky.
Our lives, and every day and hour,
One symphony appear:
One road, one garden - every flower
And every bramble dear.
XI
I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: feel them more. To those who practise them it's almost humiliating
- her curiosity, her sympathy, her good faith. How can anything be
as fine as she supposes it?"
"She's a rare organisation," the younger man sighed.
"The richest I've ever seen - an artistic intelligence really of
the first order. And lodged in such a form!" St. George exclaimed.
"One would like to represent such a girl as that," Paul continued.
"Ah there it is - there's nothing like life!" said his companion.
"When you're finished, squeezed dry and used up and you think the
sack's empty, you're still appealed to, you still get touches and
thrills, the idea springs up - out of the lap of the actual - and
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