The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from God The Invisible King by H. G. Wells: backward and insubordinate parishes, criminal slums, and disorderly
houses in our own private texture.
It is clear that the believer who is a lunatic is, as it were, only
the better part of himself. He serves God with this unconquered
disposition in him, like a man who, whatever else he is and does, is
obliged to be the keeper of an untrustworthy and wicked animal. His
beast gets loose. His only resort is to warn those about him when
he feels that jangling or excitement of the nerves which precedes
its escapes, to limit its range, to place weapons beyond its reach.
And there are plenty of human beings very much in his case, whose
beasts have never got loose or have got caught back before their
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Complete Angler by Izaak Walton: and wings cut off, or at any kind of snail, or at the black bee that breeds
in clay walls. And he never refuses a grasshopper, on the top of a swift
stream, nor, at the bottom, the young humble bee that breeds in long
grass, and is ordinarily found by the mower of it. In August, and in the
cooler months, a yellow paste, made of the strongest cheese, and
pounded in a mortar, with a little butter and saffron, so much of it as,
being beaten small, will turn it to a lemon colour. And some make a
paste for the winter months, at which time the Chub is accounted best,
for then it is observed, that the forked bones are lost, or turned into a
kind of gristle, especially if he be baked, of cheese and turpentine. He
will bite also at a minnow, or peek, as a Trout will: of which I shall tell
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: and light another cigarette. After that his step quickened.
Madeline watched him, with pride, love, pain, glory combating for
a mastery over her. This walk of his seemingly took longer than
all her hours of awakening, of strife, of remorse, longer than
the ride to find him. She felt that it would be impossible for
her to wait till he reached the end of the road. Yet in the
hurry and riot of her feelings she had fleeting panics. What
could she say to him? How meet him? Well she remembered the
tall, powerful form now growing close enough to distinguish its
dress. Stewart's face was yet only a dark gleam. Soon she would
see it--long before he could know she was there. She wanted to
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