| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: however trivial the event recorded, you will soon become
aware of two things: first, that the man can draw, and,
second, that he possesses the gift of an imagination.
'Obstinate reviles,' says the legend; and you should see
Obstinate reviling. 'He warily retraces his steps'; and
there is Christian, posting through the plain, terror and
speed in every muscle. 'Mercy yearns to go' shows you a
plain interior with packing going forward, and, right in the
middle, Mercy yearning to go - every line of the girl's
figure yearning. In 'The Chamber called Peace' we see a
simple English room, bed with white curtains, window valance
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
[Exit.]
SCENE IV. Camp of the Duke of York in Anjou.
[Enter York, Warwick, and others.]
YORK.
Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.
[Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a Shepherd.]
SHEPHERD.
Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
Have I sought every country far and near,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: either of them one touch all the time I had them. I was the talk of all
the fellows round, the way I treated them. Well, I hadn't been gone a
month, when I got a letter from the man I worked with, the one who had the
woman first--he's dead now, poor fellow; they found him at his hut door
with his throat cut--and what do you think he said to me? Why, I hadn't
been gone six hours when those two women skooted! It was all the big one.
What do you think she did? She took every ounce of ball and cartridge she
could find in that hut, and my old Martini-Henry, and even the lid off the
tea-box to melt into bullets for the old muzzle-loaders they have; and off
she went, and took the young one too. The fellow wrote me they didn't
touch another thing: they left the shawls and dresses I gave them kicking
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