|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner:
in the sand by a finger which no man sees. That he must follow. Sometimes
it leads almost to the top, and then turns down suddenly into the valley.
He must follow it, though none else sees the tracing."
He said, "He shall hunger for it--but he shall not find it. When he
stretches out his arms to it, and would lay his heart against a thing he
loves, then, far off along the horizon he shall see a light play. He must
go towards it. The thing he loves will not journey with him; he must
travel alone. When he presses somewhat to his burning heart, crying,
'Mine, mine, my own!' he shall hear a voice--'Renounce! renounce! this is
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister:
translations of Armenian folksongs; read these to ecstatic, dim-eyed
ladies in Newbury Street, who would pour him cups of tea when it was
over, and speak of his earnestness after he was gone. It did not do the
ladies any harm; but I am not sure that it was the best thing for Oscar.
It helped him feel every day, as he stepped along to recitations with
his elbow clamping his books against his ribs and his heavy black curls
bulging down from his gray slouch hat to his collar, how meritorious he
was compared with Bertie and Billy--with all Berties and Billies. He
may have been. Who shall say? But I will say at once that chewing the
cud of one's own virtue gives a sour stomach.
Bertie's and Billy's parents owned town and country houses in New York.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner:
were left unhurt behind a fallen rock. When you took away all the grain,
and burnt what you could not carry, there was one basketful that you knew
nothing of. The women stayed there, for one was eighty, and one near the
time of her giving birth; and they dared not set out to follow the remnant
of their tribe because you were in the plains below. Every day the old
woman doled grain from the basket; and at night they cooked it in their
cave where you could not see their smoke; and every day the old woman gave
the young one two handfuls and kept one for herself, saying, 'Because of
the child within you.' And when the child was born and the young woman
strong, the old woman took a cloth and filled it with all the grain that
was in the basket; and she put the grain on the young woman's head and tied