| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: tiares de differentes couleurs? Ou est celle qui s'est abandonnee
aux jeunes hommes d'Egypte qui sont vetus de lin et d'hyacinthe, et
portent des boucliers d'or et des casques d'argent, et qui ont de
grand corps? Dites-lui de se lever de la couche de son impudicite,
de sa couche incestueuse, afin qu'elle puisse entendre les paroles
de celui qui prepare la voie du Seigneur; afin qu'elle se repente de
ses peches. Quoiqu'elle ne se repentira jamais, mais restera dans
ses abominations, dites-lui de venir, car le Seigneur a son fleau
dans la main.
SALOME. Mais il est terrible, il est terrible.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Ne restez pas ici, princesse, je vous en prie.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: church. They pray, or are caused to pray by themselves in this
country. The congregation were moved by the spirit to groans and
tears, and one of them danced up the aisle to the mourners'
bench. The motive may have been genuine. The movements of the
shaken body were those of a Zanzibar stick dance, such as you see
at Aden on the coal-boats, and even as I watched the people, the
links that bound them to the white man snapped one by one, and I
saw before me the hubshi (woolly hair) praying to a God he did
not understand. Those neatly dressed folk on the benches, and
the gray-headed elder by the window, were savages, neither more
nor less.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: of dark clouds, sat the Frost-King before the misty wall, behind which
were heard low, sweet sounds, as of rustling trees and warbling birds.
Soon through the air came many-colored troops of Elves. First the
Queen, known by the silver lilies on her snowy robe and the bright
crown in her hair, beside whom fIew a band of Elves in crimson and
gold, making sweet music on their flower-trumpets, while all around,
with smiling faces and bright eyes, fluttered her loving subjects.
On they came, like a flock of brilliant butterflies, their shining
wings and many-colored garments sparkling in the dim air; and soon
the leafless trees were gay with living flowers, and their sweet
voices filled the gardens with music. Like his subjects, the King
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