| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: the very race itself might become extinct through the dearth of sexual
affection? What, and if, the woman ceases to value the son she bears, and
to feel desire for and tenderness to the man who begets him; and the man to
value and desire the woman and her offspring? Would not such a result
exceed, or at least equal, in its evil to humanity, anything which could
result from the degeneration and parasitism of woman? Would it not be
well, if there exist any possibility of this danger, that woman, however
conscious that she can perform social labour as nobly and successfully
under the new conditions of life as the old, should yet consciously, and
deliberately, with her eyes open, sink into a state of pure intellectual
torpor, with all its attendant evils, rather than face the more irreparable
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Apology by Plato: below, he is delivered from the professors of justice in this world, and
finds the true judges who are said to give judgment there, Minos and
Rhadamanthus and Aeacus and Triptolemus, and other sons of God who were
righteous in their own life, that pilgrimage will be worth making. What
would not a man give if he might converse with Orpheus and Musaeus and
Hesiod and Homer? Nay, if this be true, let me die again and again. I
myself, too, shall have a wonderful interest in there meeting and
conversing with Palamedes, and Ajax the son of Telamon, and any other
ancient hero who has suffered death through an unjust judgment; and there
will be no small pleasure, as I think, in comparing my own sufferings with
theirs. Above all, I shall then be able to continue my search into true
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: tone. "There are nights--" He shook his head and muttered. "Look.
The tide has turned. Ya, Tuan. The tide has turned."
Lingard looked downward where the water could be seen, gliding
past the ship's side, moving smoothly, streaked with lines of
froth, across the illumined circle thrown round the brig by the
lights on her poop. Air bubbles sparkled, lines of darkness,
ripples of glitter appeared, glided, went astern without a
splash, without a trickle, without a plaint, without a break. The
unchecked gentleness of the flow captured the eye by a subtle
spell, fastened insidiously upon the mind a disturbing sense of
the irretrievable. The ebbing of the sea athwart the lonely sheen
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