| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: before a broken piece of mirror affixed to the door of the
travelling house.
He was standing thus, what time the gentle Rhodomont babbled
aimlessly at his side when his ears caught the sound of hooves.
He looked over his shoulder carelessly, and then stood frozen, with
uplifted comb and loosened mouth. Away across the common, on the
road that bordered it, he beheld a party of seven horsemen in the
blue coats with red facings of the marechaussee.
Not for a moment did he doubt what was the quarry of this prowling
gendarmerie. It was as if the chill shadow of the gallows had
fallen suddenly upon him.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: there was one doctrine which the French Revolution specially
proclaimed--which it caricatured till it brought it into temporary
disrepute--it was this: that no man is like another; that in each
is a God-given "individuality," an independent soul, which no
government or man has a right to crush, or can crush in the long
run: but which ought to have, and must have, a "carriere ouverte
aux talents," freely to do the best for itself in the battle of
life. The French Revolution, more than any event since twelve poor
men set forth to convert the world some eighteen hundred years ago,
proves that man ought not to be, and need not be, the creature of
circumstances, the puppet of institutions; but, if he will, their
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: the last century, who had their heads screwed on the right way after
all!'
She was looking at the white clouds.
'I wonder if it will rain,' she said.
'Rain! Why! Do you want it to?'
They started on the return journey, Clifford jolting cautiously
downhill. They came to the dark bottom of the hollow, turned to the
right, and after a hundred yards swerved up the foot of the long slope,
where bluebells stood in the light.
'Now, old girl!' said Clifford, putting the chair to it.
It was a steep and jolty climb. The chair pugged slowly, in a
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