| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vailima Prayers & Sabbath Morn by Robert Louis Stevenson: approaching nearer and nearer. Any Scot will understand that my
statement was received seriously. It could not be, we thought,
that danger threatened any one within the house; but Mr. Graham
Balfour, my husband's cousin, very near and dear to us, was away on
a perilous cruise. Our fears followed the various vessels, more or
less unseaworthy, in which he was making his way from island to
island to the atoll where the exiled king, Mataafa, was at that
time imprisoned. In my husband's last prayer, the night before his
death, he asked that we should be given strength to bear the loss
of this dear friend, should such a sorrow befall us.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: work and lasts for an indefinite time. The web is generally
shattered after the night's hunting and is nearly always rewoven on
the following evening. After the removal of the wreckage, it is
made all over again, on the same site, cleared of everything except
the cable from which the new network is to hang.
The laying of this cable is a somewhat difficult matter, because
the success of the enterprise does not depend upon the animal's
industry alone. It has to wait until a breeze carries the line to
the pier-head in the bushes. Sometimes, a calm prevails;
sometimes, the thread catches at an unsuitable point. This
involves great expenditure of time, with no certainty of success.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: ideal shall be real to thee."
And the child trembled; but the mother slept on heavily and her brain-
picture vanished. But deep within her the antenatal thing that lay here
had a dream. In those eyes that had never seen the day, in that half-
shaped brain was a sensation of light! Light--that it never had seen.
Light--that perhaps it never should see. Light--that existed somewhere!
And already it had its reward: the Ideal was real to it.
London.
VII. IN A RUINED CHAPEL.
"I cannot forgive--I love."
There are four bare walls; there is a Christ upon the walls, in red,
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