| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: While yonder hill wears like a tier
The ruined grandeur of your fort.
Though centuries falter and decline,
Your proven strongholds shall remain
Embodied memories of your line,
Incarnate legends of your reign.
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: such very purposes that her life had been turned into these new
channels!
She looked around her sharply now. She had reached the lower
section of Sixth Avenue. Perlmer's office, according to the address
given, was still a little farther on. She walked briskly. It was
very different to-night, thanks to her veil! It had been horrible
that other night, when she had ventured out as the White Moll and
had been forced to keep to the dark alleyways and lanes, and the
unfrequented streets!
And now, through a jeweler's window, she noted the time, and knew
a further sense of relief. It was even earlier than she had
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: which treachery and malice had put in his path. He seemed,
by his account, to have been a hundred times almost
within touch of the goal. In China, in the Dutch Indies,
in those remoter parts of Australia which were a waterless
waste when he knew them and might have owned them,
and now were yielding fabulous millions to fellows who
had tricked and swindled him--everywhere he had missed
by just a hair's breadth the golden consummation.
In the Western hemisphere the tale repeated itself.
There had been times in the Argentine, in Brazil just before
the Empire fell, in Colorado when the Silver boom was on,
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