| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: old ruined castles or giant graves, the work of human hands.
Kraal - A sheepfold.
Krantz - A precipice.
Sluit - A deep fissure, generally dry, in which the superfluous torrents of
water are carried from the karoo plains after thunderstorms.
Stoep - A porch.
I. DREAM LIFE AND REAL LIFE; A LITTLE AFRICAN STORY.
Little Jannita sat alone beside a milk-bush. Before her and behind her
stretched the plain, covered with red sand and thorny karoo bushes; and
here and there a milk-bush, looking like a bundle of pale green rods tied
together. Not a tree was to be seen anywhere, except on the banks of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Disputation of the Power and Efficacy of Indulgences by Dr. Martin Luther: This text was converted to ascii format for Project Wittenberg by
Rev. Robert E. Smith and is in the public domain. You may freely
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Concordia Theological Seminary.
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Wittenberge, Presidente R. P. Martino Lutther, Artium et S.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: The place was literally not big enough to swing a cat in.
My voice died in my throat and I went stony all over.
I expected to hear a yell of surprise and terror, and made
a movement, but had not the strength to get on my legs.
Everything remained still. Had my second self taken the poor
wretch by the throat? I don't know what I could have done
next moment if I had not seen the steward come out of my room,
close the door, and then stand quietly by the sideboard.
"Saved," I thought. "But, no! Lost! Gone! He was gone!"
I laid my knife and fork down and leaned back in my chair. My head swam.
After a while, when sufficiently recovered to speak in a steady voice,
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