| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith: LUCILE.
No, no! are you blind?
Look into your own heart and home. Can you see
No reason for this, save unkindness in me?
Look into the eyes of your wife--those true eyes,
Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise
The sweet soul shining through them.
ALFRED.
Lucile! (first and last
Be the word, if you will!) let me speak of the past.
I know now, alas! though I know it too late,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: subtle, too sublimated, for science to lay hold of, and recognize, and
formulate. Don't you see, Chris, that there is rationality in the very doubt?
It may be a very small doubt--oh, so small; but I love you too much to run
even that slight risk. Besides, I am a woman, and that should in itself fully
account for my predisposition toward superstition.
"Yes, yes, I know, call it unreality. But I've heard you paradoxing upon the
reality of the unreal--the reality of delusion to the mind that is sick. And
so with me, if you will; it is delusion and unreal, but to me, constituted as
I am, it is very real--is real as a nightmare is real, in the throes of it,
before one awakes."
"The most logical argument for illogic I have ever heard," Chris smiled. "It
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: It's that no longer. They're up, the Indians, Caonabo and
three main caciques, and all the lesser ones under these. In
short, we are at war,'' ended Luis. ``Alonso de Ojeda at
the moment is the Cid. He maneuvers now in the Vega.''
I looked around. We were sitting under palm trees, by
the mud wall of our town. Beyond the forest waved in the
wind, and soft white clouds sailed over it in a sky of essential
sapphire. ``There's an aspect here of peace!''
``That is because Guacanagari, from his new town, holds
his people still. For that Indian the scent of godship has
not yet departed! He sees the Admiral always as a silver-
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