| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Koran: wronged,-and, verily, God to help them has the might,-who have been
driven forth from their homes undeservedly, only for that they said,
'Our Lord is God;' and were it not for God's repelling some men with
others, cloisters and churches and synagogues and mosques, wherein
God's name is mentioned much, would be destroyed. But God will
surely help him who helps Him; verily, God is powerful, mighty.
Who, if we stablish them in the earth, are steadfast in prayer,
and give alms, and bid what is right, and forbid what is wrong; and
God's is the future of affairs.
But if they call thee liar, the people of Noah called him liar
before them, as did 'Ad and Thamud, and the people of Abraham, and the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Soul of Man by Oscar Wilde: of the public. The public are to him non-existent. He has no
poppied or honeyed cakes through which to give the monster sleep or
sustenance. He leaves that to the popular novelist. One
incomparable novelist we have now in England, Mr George Meredith.
There are better artists in France, but France has no one whose
view of life is so large, so varied, so imaginatively true. There
are tellers of stories in Russia who have a more vivid sense of
what pain in fiction may be. But to him belongs philosophy in
fiction. His people not merely live, but they live in thought.
One can see them from myriad points of view. They are suggestive.
There is soul in them and around them. They are interpretative and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: master-bootmaker, met him and said: "I've married a rich woman
and I have men working under me, while you are a beggar and have
nothing to eat," Fyodor could not refrain from running after him.
He pursued him till he found himself in Kolokolny Lane. His
customer lived in the fourth house from the corner on the very
top floor. To reach him one had to go through a long, dark
courtyard, and then to climb up a very high slipp ery stair-case
which tottered under one's feet. When Fyodor went in to him he
was sitting on the floor pounding something in a mortar, just as
he had been the fortnight before.
"Your honor, I have brought your boots," said Fyodor sullenly.
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