| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: that, had it been delivered into the ears of the king, had surely
brought death upon you and all your people. The tree that stands by
itself on a plain, Umslopogaas, thinks itself tall and that there is
no shade to equal its shade. Yet are there other and bigger trees. You
are such a solitary tree, Umslopogaas, but the topmost branches of him
whom I serve are thicker than your trunk, and beneath his shadow live
many woodcutters, who go out to lop those that would grow too high.
You are no match for Dingaan, though, dwelling here alone in an empty
land, you have grown great in your own eyes and in the eyes of those
about you. Moreover, Umslopogaas, know this: Dingaan already hates you
because of the words which in bygone years you sent by Masilo the fool
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: necessity of having a third person in the home, suddenly remembered
the little cousin, about whom no one in Provins had yet inquired, the
friends of Madame Lorrain probably supposing that mother and child
were both dead.
Sylvie Rogron never lost anything; she was too thoroughly an old maid
even to mislay the smallest article; but she pretended to have
suddenly found the Lorrains' letter, so as to mention Pierrette
naturally to her brother, who was greatly pleased at the possibility
of having a little girl in the house. Sylvie replied to Madame
Lorrain's letter half affectionately, half commercially, as one may
say, explaining the delay by their change of abode and the settlement
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf: He rose and began tilting his chair backwards and forwards
on its hind legs. "Is any one here inclined for a walk?"
he said. "There's a magnificent walk, up behind the house.
You come out on to a cliff and look right down into the sea.
The rocks are all red; you can see them through the water.
The other day I saw a sight that fairly took my breath away--
about twenty jelly-fish, semi-transparent, pink, with long streamers,
floating on the top of the waves."
"Sure they weren't mermaids?" said Hirst. "It's much too hot
to climb uphill." He looked at Helen, who showed no signs of moving.
"Yes, it's too hot," Helen decided.
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