| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale: For over us the olden magic stirs.
Beneath the liquid splendor of the lights
We live a little ere the charm is spent;
This night is ours, of all the golden nights,
The pavement an enchanted palace floor,
And Youth the player on the viol, who sent
A strain of music thru an open door.
A WINTER BLUEJAY
CRISPLY the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Virginibus Puerisque by Robert Louis Stevenson: radiancy of better things, and adorned with ineffective
qualities. You may safely go to school with hope; but ere you
marry, should have learned the mingled lesson of the world:
that dolls are stuffed with sawdust, and yet are excellent
play-things; that hope and love address themselves to a
perfection never realised, and yet, firmly held, become the
salt and staff of life; that you yourself are compacted of
infirmities, perfect, you might say, in imperfection, and yet
you have a something in you lovable and worth preserving; and
that, while the mass of mankind lies under this scurvy
condemnation, you will scarce find one but, by some generous
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Marriage Contract by Honore de Balzac: to be mixed up in the sordid interests of life."
Old Mathias listened in doubt and amazement.
"You have no children, I think," he said.
"Fortunately, none," replied Paul.
"That is not my idea of marriage," remarked the old notary, naively.
"A wife ought, in my opinion, to share the good and evil fortunes of
her husband. I have heard that young married people who love like
lovers, do not want children? Is pleasure the only object of marriage?
I say that object should be the joys of family. Moreover, in this case
--I am afraid you will think me too much of notary--your marriage
contract made it incumbent upon you to have a son. Yes, monsieur le
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