| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: not hear his voice. And when she tried to see him it was Harvey of the
wide face and the angry eyes of the last days that she saw.
Morley's comforted her. The man at the door had been there for forty
years, and was beyond surprise. He had her story in twenty-four hours,
and in forty-eight he was her slave. The elderly chambermaid mothered
her, and failed to report that Sara Lee was doing a small washing in
her room and had pasted handkerchiefs over the ancient walnut of her
wardrobe.
"Going over, are you?" she said. "Dear me, what courage you've got,
miss! They tell me things is horrible over there."
"That's why I'm going," replied Sara Lee, and insisted on helping to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Parmenides by Plato: being first of all; and after the beginning, the others follow, until you
reach the end?
Certainly.
And all these others we shall affirm to be parts of the whole and of the
one, which, as soon as the end is reached, has become whole and one?
Yes; that is what we shall say.
But the end comes last, and the one is of such a nature as to come into
being with the last; and, since the one cannot come into being except in
accordance with its own nature, its nature will require that it should come
into being after the others, simultaneously with the end.
Clearly.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson: was one of those who prospered in the valley of humiliation; - of
whom Bunyan wrote that, "Though Christian had the hard hap to meet
in the valley with Apollyon, yet I must tell you, that in former
times men have met with angels here; have found pearls here; and
have in this place found the words of life."
CHAPTER IV. A COLLEGE MAGAZINE
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ALL through my boyhood and youth, I was known and pointed out for
the pattern of an idler; and yet I was always busy on my own
private end, which was to learn to write. I kept always two books
in my pocket, one to read, one to write in. As I walked, my mind
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