The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 'Twixt Land & Sea by Joseph Conrad: together, gripped as we were, screaming "Murder!" like a lot of
lunatics, and broke into the cuddy. And the ship running for her
life, touch and go all the time, any minute her last in a sea fit
to turn your hair grey only a-looking at it. I understand that the
skipper, too, started raving like the rest of them. The man had
been deprived of sleep for more than a week, and to have this
sprung on him at the height of a furious gale nearly drove him out
of his mind. I wonder they didn't fling me overboard after getting
the carcass of their precious ship-mate out of my fingers. They
had rather a job to separate us, I've been told. A sufficiently
fierce story to make an old judge and a respectable jury sit up a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pagan and Christian Creeds by Edward Carpenter: this about.[2] And what is this new form in which consciousness
has to rearise? Obviously, since the miseries of the
world during countless centuries have dated from that
fatal attempt to make the little personal SELF the centre of
effort and activity, and since that attempt has inevitably led
to disunity and discord and death, both within the mind itself
and within the body of society, there is nothing left but
the return to a Consciousness which shall have Unity as
its foundation-principle, and which shall proceed from the
direct SENSE AND PERCEPTION of such an unity throughout
creation. The simple mind of Early Man and the Animals
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James: Mrs. Wimbush and has sat for his portrait to the young artists she
protects, sat for it not only in oils but in monumental alabaster.
What happened at Prestidge later in the day is of course
contemporary history. If the interruption I had whimsically
sanctioned was almost a scandal, what is to be said of that general
scatter of the company which, under the Doctor's rule, began to
take place in the evening? His rule was soothing to behold, small
comfort as I was to have at the end. He decreed in the interest of
his patient an absolutely soundless house and a consequent break-up
of the party. Little country practitioner as he was, he literally
packed off the Princess. She departed as promptly as if a
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