| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac: Soldiers, better than other men, can appreciate the element of
grandeur to be found in heroism in sabots, in the Evangel clad in
rags. The Book may be found elsewhere, adorned, embellished, tricked
out in silk and satin and brocade, but here, of a surety, dwelt the
spirit of the Book. It was impossible to doubt that Heaven had some
holy purpose underlying it all, at the sight of the woman who had
taken a mother's lot upon herself, as Jesus Christ had taken the form
of a man, who gleaned and suffered and ran into debt for her little
waifs; a woman who defrauded herself in her reckonings, and would not
own that she was ruining herself that she might be a Mother. One was
constrained to admit, at the sight of her, that the good upon earth
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: "Devil take that old man," said M'Aulay, "he would tell every
thing, were it to cost one's life; but it's no jesting matter to
you neither, my lord, for I reckon on your friendly and fraternal
benevolence, as a near kinsman of our house, to help me out with
the money due to these pock-puddings; or else, to be plain wi'
ye, the deil a M'Aulay will there be at the muster, for curse me
if I do not turn Covenanter rather than face these fellows
without paying them; and, at the best, I shall be ill enough off,
getting both the scaith and the scorn."
"You may suppose, cousin," said Lord Menteith, "I am not too well
equipt just now; but you may be assured I shall endeavour to help
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: The nobler lesson is that mortals can
Grow godlike through this baffled front of man!
AT LAST
EACH race has died and lived and fought for the
"true" gods of that poor race,
Unconsciously, divinest thought of each race gild-
ing its god's face.
And every race that lives and dies shall make itself
some other gods,
Shall build, with mingled truth and lies, new icons
from the world-old clods.
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