| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: was presently heard. After a while this ceased, and then
came the scuffling and shuffling of men's feet as they
carried a heavy weight down the steep and winding stairs.
So they went forth from the nunnery, and, as they passed through
the doors thereof, a great, loud sound of wailing arose from
the glade that lay all dark in the dawning, as though many men,
hidden in the shadows, had lifted up their voices in sorrow.
Thus died Robin Hood, at Kirklees Nunnery, in fair Yorkshire,
with mercy in his heart toward those that had been his undoing;
for thus he showed mercy for the erring and pity for the weak
through all the time of his living
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: activity and culture, and towards the negation of all possibility of
parasitism in the human female. Slowly, and unconsciously, as the child is
shaped in the womb, this movement shapes itself in the bosom of our time,
taking its place beside those vast human developments, of which men, noting
their spontaneity and the co-ordination of their parts, have said, in the
phraseology of old days, "This thing is not of man, but of God."
He who today looks at some great Gothic cathedral in its final form, seems
to be looking at that which might have been the incarnation of the dream of
some single soul of genius. But in truth, its origin was far otherwise.
Ages elapsed from the time the first rough stone was laid as a foundation
till the last spire and pinnacle were shaped, and the hand which laid the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: after three years?"
"Mahlzeit!"
"Mahlzeit!"
I closed the door after me.
2. THE BARON.
"Who is he?" I said. "And why does he sit always alone, with his back to
us, too?"
"Ah!" whispered the Frau Oberregierungsrat, "he is a BARON."
She looked at me very solemnly, and yet with the slightest possible
contempt--a "fancy-not-recognising-that-at-the-first-glance" expression.
"But, poor soul, he cannot help it," I said. "Surely that unfortunate fact
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