| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: in French, porters in blouses, workmen in enormous purple trousers,
police officers in peaked caps instead of helmets and romantically
cloaked, big carts, all on two wheels instead of four, green
shuttered casements instead of sash windows, and great numbers of
neatly dressed women in economical mourning.
"Oh! there's a priest!" one said, and was betrayed into suchlike
artless cries.
It was a real other world, with different government and different
methods, and in the night one was roused from uneasy slumbers and
sat blinking and surly, wrapped up in one's couverture and with
one's oreiller all awry, to encounter a new social phenomenon, the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: beyond tradition and returns with some covert hint of things
outside. Then only can you be certain that the words are not
words of course, nor mere echoes of the past; then only are
you sure that if he be indicating anything at all, it is a
star and not a street-lamp; then only do you touch the heart
of the mystery, since it was for these that the author wrote
his book.
Now, every now and then, and indeed surprisingly often,
Christ finds a word that transcends all common-place
morality; every now and then he quits the beaten track to
pioneer the unexpressed, and throws out a pregnant and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: rightly served."
He then went back to his own little kingdom, and shut the door of his palace
in her face. Now she might well sing,
"Ach! du lieber Augustin,
Alles ist weg, weg, weg!"
THE REAL PRINCESS
There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a
real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a
lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesses he found in plenty; but
whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now
one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At
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