| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: thought it effeminate."
"It doesn't matter. You won't always be so boyish. But don't try my
patience too far."
"Let us talk about something else - and, above all, let' us get on
our road."
She suddenly broke into a laugh, so rich, sweet, and enchanting, that
he grew half inflamed, and half wished to catch her body in his arms.
"Oh, Maskull, Maskull - what a fool you are!"
"In what way am I a fool?" he demanded, scowling not at her words,
but at his own weakness.
"Isn't the whole world the handiwork of innumerable pairs of lovers?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott: tradition stated the mighty stag to have been brought to bay, or
where heroes, whose might was now as much forgotten, were said to
have been slain by surprise, or in battle.
It is not to be supposed that these finished landscapes became
visible before the eyes of my imagination, as the scenery of the
stage is disclosed by the rising of the curtain. I have said
that I had looked upon the country around me, during the hurried
and dissipated period of my life, with the eyes, indeed, of my
body, but without those of my understanding. It was piece by
piece, as a child picks out its lesson, that I began to recollect
the beauties of nature which had once surrounded me in the home
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: it, smiling; and this only she heard--"This shall be thy reward--that the
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."
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