| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: that bundle of sensitiveness (none of her children was as sensitive as he
was), her son James.
"The man's heart grew heavy," she read aloud, "and he would not go. He
said to himself, 'It is not right,' and yet he went. And when he came to
the sea the water was quite purple and dark blue, and grey and thick, and
no longer so green and yellow, but it was still quiet. And he stood there
and said--"
Mrs Ramsay could have wished that her husband had not chosen that moment
to stop. Why had he not gone as he said to watch the children playing
cricket? But he did not speak; he looked; he nodded; he approved; he went
on. He slipped, seeing before him that hedge which had over and over
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: The civilisation, not of mere book-learning, but of the heart; all
that was once meant by "manners"--good breeding, high feeling,
respect for self and respect for others--are just as common (as far
as I have seen) among the hand-workers of England and Scotland, as
among any other class; the only difference is, that these qualities
develop more early in the richer classes, owing to that severe
discipline of our public schools, which makes mere lads often fit to
govern, because they have learnt to obey: while they develop later-
-generally not till middle age--in the classes who have not gone
through in their youth that Spartan training, and who indeed (from a
mistaken conception of liberty) would not endure it for a day. This
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling: landing-plank down and her sail half up; and below us,
alone in a hollow, holding his pony, sat Maximus,
Emperor of Britain! He was dressed like a hunter, and he
leaned on his little stick; but I knew that back as far as I
could see it, and I told Pertinax.
"'You're madder than Allo!" he said. "It must be the sun!"
'Maximus never stirred till we stood before him. Then
he looked me up and down, and said: "Hungry again? It
seems to be my destiny to feed you whenever we meet. I
have food here. Allo shall cook it."
"'No," said Allo. "A Prince in his own land does not
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