| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: winter's dream.
When they reached the plain he saw in front of them an interminable
forest of tall trees, the shapes of which were extraordinarily
foreign looking. The leaves were crystalline and, looking upward, it
was as if he were gazing through a roof of glass. The moment they
got underneath the trees the light rays of the sun continued to come
through - white, savage, and blazing - but they were gelded of heat.
Then it was not hard to imagine that they were wandering through
cool, bright elfin glades.
Through the forest, beginning at their very feet an avenue, perfectly
straight and not very wide, went forward as far as the eye could see.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Virginibus Puerisque by Robert Louis Stevenson: quite intermediate stages, a dash of enthusiasm is not a thing
to be ashamed of in the retrospect: if St. Paul had not been a
very zealous Pharisee, he would have been a colder Christian.
For my part, I look back to the time when I was a Socialist
with something like regret. I have convinced myself (for the
moment) that we had better leave these great changes to what
we call great blind forces: their blindness being so much more
perspicacious than the little, peering, partial eyesight of
men. I seem to see that my own scheme would not answer; and
all the other schemes I ever heard propounded would depress
some elements of goodness just as much as they encouraged
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: Sir Richmond resumed presently. "Never. I do not think any
man is. We are too much plastered-up things, too much the
creatures of a tortuous and complicated evolution."
Dr. Martineau, under his green umbrella, nodded his conceded
agreement.
"This--what shall I call it?--this Dream of Women, grew up in
my mind as I grew up--as something independent of and much
more important than the reality of Women. It came only very
slowly into relation with that. That girl on the Dymchurch
beach was one of the first links, but she ceased very
speedily to be real--she joined the women of dreamland at
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