| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: ended there. Danglar was as cunning as the proverbial fox; and
Danglar, at that moment, in desperate need of explaining his
predicament in some plausible way to the police, had, as the
expression went, run true to form. Danglar's story, as reported by
the papers, even rose above his own high-water mark of vicious
cunning, because it played upon a chord that appealed instantly to
the police; and it rang true, not only because what the police
could find out about him made it likely, but also because it
contained a modicum of truth in itself; and, furthermore, Danglar
had scored on still another count in that his story must stimulate
the police into renewed activities as his unsuspecting allies in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: 'Erskine,' I answered, 'it is your duty to give this theory to the
world. If you will not do it, I will. By keeping it back you
wrong the memory of Cyril Graham, the youngest and the most
splendid of all the martyrs of literature. I entreat you to do him
justice. He died for this thing, - don't let his death be in
vain.'
Erskine looked at me in amazement. 'You are carried away by the
sentiment of the whole story,' he said. 'You forget that a thing
is not necessarily true because a man dies for it. I was devoted
to Cyril Graham. His death was a horrible blow to me. I did not
recover it for years. I don't think I have ever recovered it. But
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: fresh drinking-fountain, but every fresh public bath and wash-
house, every fresh open space, every fresh growing tree, every
fresh open window, every fresh flower in that window--each of
these is so much, as the old Persians would have said, conquered
for Ormuzd, the god of light and life, out of the dominion of
Ahriman, the king of darkness and of death; so much taken from the
causes of drunkenness and disease, and added to the causes of
sobriety and health.
Meanwhile one thing is clear: that if this present barbarism and
anarchy of covetousness, miscalled modern civilisation, were tamed
and drilled into something more like a Kingdom of God on earth,
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