| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: "carriere ouverte aux talents" for all ranks. It is something to
have warned his generation of the dangerous overgrowth of the
metropolis; to have prophesied, as an old Hebrew might have done,
that the despotism which he saw around him would end in a violent
revolution. It is something to have combined the highest Christian
morality with a hearty appreciation of old Greek life; of its
reverence for bodily health and prowess; its joyous and simple
country society; its sacrificial feasts, dances, games; its respect
for the gods; its belief that they helped, guided, inspired the sons
of men. It is something to have himself believed in God; in a
living God, who, both in this life and in all lives to come,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: And so I fought him - a rat fighting a lion - fought him relentlessly
until I saw that love had come to take in your heart the place of
ambition. Then I desisted."
"Until you saw that love had taken the place of ambition!" Tears
had been gathering in her eyes whilst he was speaking. Now
amazement eliminated her emotion. "But when did you see that?
When?"
"I - I was mistaken. I know it now. Yet, at the time... surely,
Aline, that morning when you came to beg me not to keep my
engagement with him in the Bois, you were moved by concern for him?"
"For him! It was concern for you," she cried, without thinking
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: She was just in time to see Alfred climb into a passing taxi.
"Alfred!" she cried. Then automatically she flew to the 'phone.
"Give me 4302 Main," she called and she tried to force back her
tears. "Is this Hardy & Company?" she asked.
"Well, this is Mrs. Hardy," she explained.
"I wish you'd ring me up the moment my husband comes in." There
was a slight pause, then she clutched the receiver harder. "Not
COMING back?" she gasped. "Gone!--to Detroit?" A short moan
escaped her lips. She let the receiver fall back on the hook and
her head went forward on her outstretched arms.
CHAPTER X
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