| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: bade him wait until the times were more settled. When the royal
vengeance had slaked its lust for blood it might matter little, perhaps,
what tales Sir Rowland might elect to carry.
And so Sir Rowland remained and waited. He assured himself that he knew
how to be patient, and congratulated himself upon that circumstance.
Wilding dead, a little time must now suffice to blunt the sharp edge of
his widow's grief; let him but await that time, and the rest should be
easy, the battle his. With Richard he did not so much as trouble
himself to reckon.
Thus he determined, and thus no doubt he would have acted but for an
unforeseen contingency. A miserable, paltry creditor had smoked him out
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: Central Vigilance Society and the Salvation Army. And the
sterner moralists the members of the committee were, the better.
Some of the journalists I have shocked reason so unripely that
they will gather nothing from this but a confused notion that I
am accusing the National Vigilance Association and the Salvation
Army of complicity in my own scandalous immorality. It will seem
to them that people who would stand this play would stand
anything. They are quite mistaken. Such an audience as I have
described would be revolted by many of our fashionable plays.
They would leave the theatre convinced that the Plymouth Brother
who still regards the playhouse as one of the gates of hell is
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: "Ask Winter, little Ripple, when you come to his cold home; he knows
the Fire-Spirits well, for when he comes they fly to the earth,
to warm and comfort those dwelling there; and perhaps he can tell you
where they are. So take this gift of mine, and when you meet his
chilly winds, fold it about you, and sit warm beneath its shelter,
till you come to sunlight again. I will carry comfort to the
patient woman, as my sisters have already done, and tell her you are
faithful still."
Then on went the never-tiring Breeze, over forest, hill, and field,
till the sky grew dark, and bleak winds whistled by. Then Ripple,
folded in the soft, warm leaf, looked sadly down on the earth,
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