| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Across The Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson: clash of duties. How far is he to make his neighbour happy? How
far must he respect that smiling face, so easy to cloud, so hard to
brighten again? And how far, on the other side, is he bound to be
his brother's keeper and the prophet of his own morality? How far
must he resent evil?
The difficulty is that we have little guidance; Christ's sayings on
the point being hard to reconcile with each other, and (the most of
them) hard to accept. But the truth of his teaching would seem to
be this: in our own person and fortune, we should be ready to
accept and to pardon all; it is OUR cheek we are to turn, OUR coat
that we are to give away to the man who has taken OUR cloak. But
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: required to cope with the Count's extraordinary power.
I had to give in, for Mina's resolution was fixed.
She said that it was the last hope for her that we should
all work together.
"As for me," she said, "I have no fear. Things have been
as bad as they can be. And whatever may happen must have
in it some element of hope or comfort. Go, my husband!
God can, if He wishes it, guard me as well alone as with
any one present."
So I started up crying out, "Then in God's name let us come at once,
for we are losing time. The Count may come to Piccadilly earlier
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Scarecrow of Oz by L. Frank Baum: they began dancing around Gloria. First one and then
another cast something into the kettle, when to the
astonishment of the watchers at the window all three of
the old women were instantly transformed into maidens of
exquisite beauty, dressed in the daintiest costumes
imaginable. Only their eyes could not be disguised, and
an evil glare still shone in their depths. But if the
eyes were cast down or hidden, one could not help but
admire these beautiful creatures, even with the knowledge
that they were mere illusions of witchcraft.
Trot certainly admired them, for she had never seen
The Scarecrow of Oz |
