| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson: gash, the imperial high-road ran straight sun-ward, an artery of
travel.
There is one of nature's spiritual ditties, that has not yet been
set to words or human music: 'The Invitation to the Road'; an air
continually sounding in the ears of gipsies, and to whose
inspiration our nomadic fathers journeyed all their days. The hour,
the season, and the scene, all were in delicate accordance. The air
was full of birds of passage, steering westward and northward over
Grunewald, an army of specks to the up-looking eye. And below, the
great practicable road was bound for the same quarter.
But to the two horsemen on the knoll this spiritual ditty was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells: different from all the world for me. You can think all round me.
You are the one person I can understand and feel--feel right
with. I don't idealize you. Don't imagine that. It isn't
because you're good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there's
something--something living and understanding in you. Something
that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are
separated. You see, I'm selfish. I'm rather scornful. I think
too much about myself. You're the only person I've really given
good, straight, unselfish thought to. I'm making a mess of my
life--unless you come in and take it. I am. In you--if you can
love me--there is salvation. Salvation. I know what I am doing
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: played out. The Federal Government can do nothing. I also understand that
similar branch organizations have made their appearance in Europe. Society is
shaken to its foundations. Principalities and powers are as brands ripe for
the burning. Instead of the masses against the classes, it is a class against
the classes. We, the guardians of human progress, are being singled out and
struck down. Law and order have failed.
The officials have begged me to keep this secret. I have done so, but can do
so no longer. It has become a question of public import, fraught with the
direst consequences, and I shall do my duty before I leave this world by
informing it of its peril. Do you, John, as my last request, make this public.
Do not be frightened. The fate of humanity rests in your hand. Let the press
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