| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: "His voice is strong!" said one.
"At times it sounds like an old man's voice!" whispered a
superstitious fellow, who feared some bad spirit hid in the small
child to cheat them by and by.
"Let us take it to our wise chieftain," at length they said;
and the moment they started toward the camp ground the strange
wood-child ceased to cry.
Beside the chieftain's teepee waited the hunters while the
tall man entered with the child.
"How! how!" nodded the kind-faced chieftain, listening to the
queer story. Then rising, he took the infant in his strong arms;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Commission in Lunacy by Honore de Balzac: pretence on our coat-of-arms, those of the house of d'Espard, an old
family of Bearn, connected in the female line with that of Albret:
quarterly, paly of or and sable; and azure two griffins' claws armed,
gules in saltire, with the famous motto Des partem leonis. At the time
of this alliance we lost Negrepelisse, a little town which was as
famous during the religious struggles as was my ancestor who then bore
the name. Captain de Negrepelisse was ruined by the burning of all his
property, for the Protestants did not spare a friend of Montluc's.
"The Crown was unjust to M. de Negrepelisse; he received neither a
marshal's baton, nor a post as governor, nor any indemnity; King
Charles IX., who was fond of him, died without being able to reward
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken: Dreams--they are madness. Staring eyes--illusion.
Let us return, hear music, and forget . . .
IV. ILLICIT
Of what she said to me that night--no matter.
The strange thing came next day.
My brain was full of music--something she played me--;
I couldn't remember it all, but phrases of it
Wreathed and wreathed among faint memories,
Seeking for something, trying to tell me something,
Urging to restlessness: verging on grief.
I tried to play the tune, from memory,--
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