| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad: name; and for all I know he might have expected
to find wild beasts or wild men here, when, crawling
in the dark over the sea-wall, he rolled down the
other side into a dyke, where it was another miracle
he didn't get drowned. But he struggled instinc-
tively like an animal under a net, and this blind
struggle threw him out into a field. He must have
been, indeed, of a tougher fibre than he looked to
withstand without expiring such buffetings, the
violence of his exertions, and so much fear. Later
on, in his broken English that resembled curiously
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: without any supper but a few dried pears or some hard nuts. In the
winter, also, he was extremely lonely, as the Miller never came to
see him then.
"'There is no good in my going to see little Hans as long as the
snow lasts,' the Miller used to say to his wife, 'for when people
are in trouble they should be left alone, and not be bothered by
visitors. That at least is my idea about friendship, and I am sure
I am right. So I shall wait till the spring comes, and then I
shall pay him a visit, and he will be able to give me a large
basket of primroses and that will make him so happy.'
"'You are certainly very thoughtful about others,' answered the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: the world never hears; who, if the world discovered them, would
only draw the veil more closely over their faces and their hearts,
and entreat to be left alone with God. True, they cannot always
hide. They must not always hide; or their fellow-creatures would
lose the golden lesson. But, nevertheless, it is of the essence
of the perfect and womanly heroism, in which, as in all spiritual
forces the woman transcends the man, that it would hide if it
could.
And it was a pleasant thought to me, when I glanced lately at the
golden deeds of women in Miss Yonge's book--it was a pleasant
thought to me, that I could say to myself--Ah! yes. These
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