| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: which men and women might pass to it. Having by a false tale drawn
Hator on to this rock, she pushed at the bridge with her foot until
it tumbled into the depths below. 'You and I, Hator, are now
together, and there is no means of separating. I wish to see how long
the famous frost man can withstand the breath, smiles and perfume of
a girl.' Hator said no word, either then or all that day. He stood
till sunset like a tree trunk, and thought of other things. Then the
girl grew passionate, and shook her curls. She rose from where she
was sitting she looked at him, and touched his arm; but he did not
see her. She looked at him, so that all the soul was in her eyes;
and then she fell down dead. Hator awoke from his thoughts, and saw
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Perfect Wagnerite: A Commentary on the Niblung's Ring by George Bernard Shaw: with great care.
His pains are too well rewarded for his comfort. The boy
Siegfried, having no god to instruct him in the art of
unhappiness, inherits none of his father's ill luck, and all his
father's hardihood. The fear against which Siegmund set his face
like flint, and the woe which he wore down, are unknown to the
son. The father was faithful and grateful: the son knows no law
but his own humor; detests the ugly dwarf ho has nursed him;
chafes furiously under his claims some return for his tender
care; and is, in short, a totally unmoral person, a born
anarchist, the ideal of Bakoonin, an anticipation of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: empressement which, to Mrs. Waldeaux's heated fancy,
was insulting. George came last, carrying his wife's
cloak, which he placed upon a chair. One of the men
tossed his cape to him, with a familiar nod, and George
laid it aside and sat down at the back of the box.
His mother leaned forward, watching. That woman had put
her son in the place of an inferior--an attendant.
The great orchestra shook the house with a final crash,
and the curtain rose upon the Venetian plaza. Every face
in the audience was turned attentive toward it. But Mrs.
Waldeaux saw only Lisa.
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