| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: ourselves with handfuls of the warm grass, they asked:
``Do they do so in heaven?'' The stronger, more intelligent
of the two, added, ``It is not so different!''
I said to Luis as we took path after breakfast, ``It is
borne in upon me that only from ourselves, Admiral to
ship boy, can we keep up this heaven ballad! Clothes,
beads and hawk bells, cannon, harquebus, trumpet and
banner, ship and sails, royal letters and blessing of the Pope
--nothing will do it long unless we do it ourselves!''
``Agreed!'' quoth Luis. ``But gods and angels are beginning
to slip and slide, back there by the ships! We have
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: said--
"She burns no more."
Before his face the sun showed its edge above the tree-tops rising
steadily. The breeze freshened; a great brilliance burst upon the
lagoon, sparkled on the rippling water. The forests came out of the
clear shadows of the morning, became distinct, as if they had rushed
nearer--to stop short in a great stir of leaves, of nodding boughs, of
swaying branches. In the merciless sunshine the whisper of unconscious
life grew louder, speaking in an incomprehensible voice round the dumb
darkness of that human sorrow. Arsat's eyes wandered slowly, then
stared at the rising sun.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken: Fighting for breath; her cheeks were flushed to scarlet,--
And, suddenly, she lay dead.
And all the dreams that hurried along her veins
Came to the darkness of a sudden wall.
Confusion ran among them, they whirled and clamored,
They fell, they rose, they struck, they shouted,
Till at last a pallor of silence hushed them all.
What was her name? Where had she walked that morning?
Through what dark forest came her feet?
Along what sunlit walls, what peopled street?
Backward he dreamed along a chain of days,
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