| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: Gaston, "you will understand how great a privilege it is to help such
people, and how the sense of something accomplished--under God--should
bring Contentment with Renunciation."
"Yes," said Gaston Villere. Then, thinking of himself, "I can understand
it in a man like you."
"Do not speak of me at all!" exclaimed the Padre, almost passionately.
"But pray Heaven that you may find the thing yourself some day--
Contentment with Renunciation--and never let it go."
"Amen!" said Gaston, strangely moved.
"That is the whole of my story," the priest continued, with no more of
the recent stress in his voice. "And now I have talked to you about
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: together. He was sorry that he had treated Marcus gratis
for an ulcerated tooth, while Marcus daily recalled the fact
that he had given up his "girl" to his friend--the girl who
had won a fortune--as the great mistake of his life. Only
once since the wedding had he called upon Trina, at a time
when he knew McTeague would be out. Trina had shown him
through the rooms and had told him, innocently enough, how
gay was their life there. Marcus had come away fairly sick
with envy; his rancor against the dentist--and against
himself, for that matter--knew no bounds. "And you might
'a' had it all yourself, Marcus Schouler," he muttered to
McTeague |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: parts of dreamland. Among these the steersman threaded his way
up to the spice-fragrant wharves, where the galleon made fast
in the dusk as the city's million lights began to twinkle out
over the water. Ever new seemed this deathless city of vision,
for here time has no power to tarnish or destroy. As it has always
been is still the turquoise of Nath-Horthath, and the eighty orchid-wreathed
priests are the same who builded it ten thousand years ago. Shining
still is the bronze of the great gates, nor are the onyx pavements
ever worn or broken. And the great bronze statues on the walls
look down on merchants and camel drivers older than fable, yet
without one grey hair in their forked beards.
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