| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: ocean-emerald,
That mystic moonlit jewel which some diver of
the Colchian caves
Had found beneath the blackening waves and
carried to the Colchian witch.
Before his gilded galiot ran naked vine-wreathed
corybants,
And lines of swaying elephants knelt down to
draw his chariot,
And lines of swarthy Nubians bare up his litter
as he rode
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson: blame nobody, and proceed to business.
It looks as if I was going to send you the first three
chapters of my Grandfather. . . . If they were set up, it
would be that much anxiety off my mind. I have a strange
feeling of responsibility, as if I had my ancestors' SOULS in
my charge, and might miscarry with them.
There's a lot of work gone into it, and a lot more is needed.
Still Chapter I. seems about right to me, and much of Chapter
II. Chapter III. I know nothing of, as I told you. And
Chapter IV. is at present all ends and beginnings; but it can
be pulled together.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: male objectionable to her, and the woman undesirable to the male; so that
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
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