| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: themselves, some with wooden clogs, and some with the knives
which they had so openly concealed the night before. At the sign
of imminent battle, all those not actively interested scuttled
away to right and left, climbing up on the benches and cots, and
leaving a free field to the combatants. The next moment would
have brought bloodshed.
Now Myles, thanks to the training of the Crosbey-Dale smith, felt
tolerably sure that in a wrestling bout he was a match--perhaps
more than a match--for any one of the body of squires, and he had
determined, if possible, to bring the battle to a single-handed
encounter upon that footing. Accordingly he suddenly stepped
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: On you I press
With soft caress
A little lovely dream.
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Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .
Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
Tree of my life, Death's cruel foot
Hath crushed thee down to thy hidden root;
Nought shall restore thy glory fled . . .
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: returned, requiring to be answered again; for there are times when our
uncomfortable eyes see through the appearances we have arranged for daily
life, into the actualities which lie forever behind them.
Going about thus in my boat, I rowed sleepiness into myself, and pushed
into a nook where shade from some thick growth hid the boat and me from
the sun; and there, almost enmeshed in the deep lattice of green, I
placed my coat beneath my head, and prone in the boat's bottom I drifted
into slumber. Once or twice my oblivion was pierced by the roaming honk
of the automobile; but with no more than the half-melted consciousness
that the Replacers were somewhere in the wood, oblivion closed over me
again; and when it altogether left me, it was because of voices near me
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