| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: for signs of lunacy or drunkenness, I suppose.
A little before supper, feeling more restless than ever, I rejoined,
for a moment, my second self. And to find him sitting so quietly
was surprising, like something against nature, inhuman.
I developed my plan in a hurried whisper.
"I shall stand in as close as I dare and then put her round.
I will presently find means to smuggle you out of here
into the sail locker, which communicates with the lobby.
But there is an opening, a sort of square for hauling the sails out,
which gives straight on the quarter-deck and which is never
closed in fine weather, so as to give air to the sails.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Barlaam and Ioasaph by St. John of Damascus: other creature. And the poor fools do not perceive, concerning
these things, that they have no power at all. Though they see
their gods being devoured, burnt and killed by other men, and
rotting away, they cannot grasp the fact that they are no gods.
"Great, then, is the error that the Egyptians, the Chaldeans, and
the Greeks have erred in introducing such gods as these, and
making images thereof, and deifying dumb and senseless idols. I
marvel how, when they behold their gods being sawn and chiselled
by workmen's axes, growing old and dissolving through lapse of
time, and molten in the pot, they never reflected concerning them
that they are no gods. For when these skill not to work their
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: wife."
She nodded at him gravely and disappeared.
Orde sat in the dim parlour for what seemed to be an interminable
period. Occasionally the sounds of distant voices rose to his ear
and died away again. The front door opened to admit some one, but
Orde could not see who it was. Twice a scurrying of feet overhead
seemed to indicate the bustle of excitement. The afternoon waned.
A faint whiff of cooking, escaping through some carelessly open
door, was borne to his nostrils. It grew dark, but the lamps
remained unlighted. Finally he heard the rustle of the portieres,
and turned to see the dim form of the general standing there.
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