| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde: coming from a hollow hill, any more than it is a silver well of
water in the valley that shows the moon to the moon and Narcissus
to Narcissus. Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself:
the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made
incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there
is no truth comparable to sorrow. There are times when sorrow
seems to me to be the only truth. Other things may be illusions of
the eye or the appetite, made to blind the one and cloy the other,
but out of sorrow have the worlds been built, and at the birth of a
child or a star there is pain.
More than this, there is about sorrow an intense, an extraordinary
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth: food, the other with shelter. Of these both are worked together and
minister to the same individuals. Many come for food who do not come
for shelter, although most of those who come for shelter also come for
food, which is sold on terms to cover, as nearly as possible, the cost
price and working expenses of the establishment. In this our Food
Depots differ from the ordinary soup kitchens.
There is no gratuitous distribution of victuals. The following is our
Price List: --
WHAT IS SOLD AT THE FOOD DEPOTS.
For a child
Soup Per Basin 1/4d
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: with that unnatural rebellion," I remarked. "My case is happily
otherwise; I am a true man, and can look either the Duke or King George
in the face without concern."
"Is it so the wind sits?" says he. "I protest you are fallen in the
worst sort of error. Prestongrange has been hitherto so civil (he
tells me) as not to combat your allegations; but you must not think
they are not looked upon with strong suspicion. You say you are
innocent. My dear sir, the facts declare you guilty."
"I was waiting for you there," said I.
"The evidence of Mungo Campbell; your flight after the completion of
the murder; your long course of secresy - my good young man!" said Mr.
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