| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: he stood there alone, waiting, erect and with his head held high, his
eyes upon the grey mass of musketeers - blurred alike by mist and
semi-darkness - some twenty paces distant along the line of which glowed
eight red fuses.
Wentworth's voice rang out with the words of command.
"Blow your matches!"
Brighter gleamed the points of light, and under their steel pots the
faces of the musketeers, suffused by a dull red glow, sprang for a
moment out of the grey mass, to fade once more into the general
greyness at the word, "Cock your matches!"
"Guard your pans!" came a second later the captain's voice, and then:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Oscar Wilde Miscellaneous by Oscar Wilde: When they see me coming they stand on the prows of their ships and
call to me, but I do not answer them. I go to the little taverns
where the sailors lie all day long drinking black wine and playing
with dice and I sit down with them.
I made the Prince my slave, and his slave who was a Tyrian I made my
lord for the space of a moon.
I put a figured ring on his finger and brought him to my house. I
have wonderful things in my house.
The dust of the desert lies on your hair and your feet are scratched
with thorns and your body is scorched by the sun. Come with me,
Honorius, and I will clothe you in a tunic of silk. I will smear
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: And now at once, at a signal, a silent, emulous crowd
Set hands to the work of death, hurrying to and fro,
Like ants, to furnish the fagots, building them broad and low,
And piling them high and higher around the walls of the hall.
Silence persisted within, for sleep lay heavy on all;
But the mother of Tamatea stood at Hiopa's side,
And shook for terror and joy like a girl that is a bride.
Night fell on the toilers, and first Hiopa the wise
Made the round of the house, visiting all with his eyes;
And all was piled to the eaves, and fuel blockaded the door;
And within, in the house beleaguered, slumbered the forty score.
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