| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia by Samuel Johnson: easy journeys, to the place appointed, where, receiving the
stipulated price, he restored her, with great respect, to liberty
and her friends, and undertook to conduct them back towards Cairo
beyond all danger of robbery or violence.
The Princess and her favourite embraced each other with transport
too violent to be expressed, and went out together to pour the
tears of tenderness in secret, and exchange professions of kindness
and gratitude. After a few hours they returned into the refectory
of the convent, where, in the presence of the prior and his
brethren, the Prince required of Pekuah the history of her
adventures.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: although they might be certain of the cause, could never rest
confident of the person.
'We flew,' says one old Camisard, 'when we heard the sound of
psalm-singing, we flew as if with wings. We felt within us an
animating ardour, a transporting desire. The feeling cannot be
expressed in words. It is a thing that must have been experienced
to be understood. However weary we might be, we thought no more of
our weariness, and grew light so soon as the psalms fell upon our
ears.'
The valley of the Tarn and the people whom I met at La Vernede not
only explain to me this passage, but the twenty years of suffering
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: The broken path was like a ladder. "How shall we ever get down?"
sighed Greygown, as we dropped from rock to rock; and at the bottom
she looked up sighing, "I know we never can get back again." There
was not a foot of ground on the shores level enough for a tent.
Our canoe ferried us over, two at a time, to the island. It was
about a hundred paces long, composed of round, coggly stones, with
just one patch of smooth sand at the lower end. There was not a
tree left upon it larger than an alder-bush. The tent-poles must
be cut far up on the mountain-sides, and every bough for our beds
must be carried down the ladder of rocks. But the men were gay at
their work, singing like mocking-birds. After all, the glow of
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