| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells: perceived the tangled skein of life was now to be further
complicated by his romantic importunity.
CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT
Part 1
Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then
spring and summer came with a rush together. Two days after this
conversation between Manning and Ann Veronica, Capes came into
the laboratory at lunch-time and found her alone there standing
by the open window, and not even pretending to be doing anything.
He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: that witnessed his activities his very name was wor-
shipped by poor and lowly and oppressed. The money
he took from the King's tax gatherers he returned to
the miserable peasants of the district, and once when
Henry III sent a little expedition against him he sur-
rounded and captured the entire force, and, stripping
them, gave their clothing to the poor, and escorted
them naked back to the very gates of London.
By the time he was twenty Norman the Devil, as the
King himself had dubbed him, was known by reputa-
tion throughout all England, though no man had seen
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: Life, that honours the brave, crowned her himself with the crown.
The beauties of youth are frail, but this was a jewel of age.
Life, that delights in the brave, gave it himself for a gage.
Fair was the crown to behold, and beauty its poorest part -
At once the scar of the wound and the order pinned on the heart.
The beauties of man are frail, and the silver lies in the dust,
And the queen that we call to mind sleeps with the brave and the just;
Sleeps with the weary at length; but, honoured and ever fair,
Shines in the eye of the mind the crown of the silver hair.
Honolulu.
XXXIII - TO MY WIFE (A Fragment)
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