| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: external impressions, as I looked upon the face of this stranger
on the stoep. Moreover, as I am proud to record, I did not judge
him altogether wrongly. He was a blackguard who, under other
influences or with a few added grains of self-restraint and of
the power of recovery, might have become a good or even a saintly
man. But by some malice of Fate or some evil inheritance from an
unknown past, those grains were lacking, and therefore he went
not up but down the hill.
"Case for you, Rodd," called out Marnham.
"Indeed," he answered, getting to his feet and speaking in a full
voice, which, like his partner's, was that of an educated
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson: "It is not that," she answered. "You mistake me if you think I am
so easily touched by my own concerns. I say so, because you are
the noblest man I have ever met; because I recognise in you a
spirit that would have made even a common person famous in the
land."
"And yet here I die in a mouse-trap - with no more noise about it
than my own squeaking," answered he.
A look of pain crossed her face, and she was silent for a little
while. Then a fight came into her eyes, and with a smile she spoke
again.
"I cannot have my champion think meanly of himself. Any one who
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Aesop's Fables by Aesop: It is best to prepare for the days of necessity.
The Tree and the Reed
"Well, little one," said a Tree to a Reed that was growing at
its foot, "why do you not plant your feet deeply in the ground,
and raise your head boldly in the air as I do?"
"I am contented with my lot," said the Reed. "I may not be so
grand, but I think I am safer."
"Safe!" sneered the Tree. "Who shall pluck me up by the roots
or bow my head to the ground?" But it soon had to repent of its
boasting, for a hurricane arose which tore it up from its roots,
and cast it a useless log on the ground, while the little Reed,
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