| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: in general; even the lower orders have confederacies for mutual
defence. But mankind--the race would perish did they cease to
aid each other.--From the time that the mother binds the child's
head, till the moment that some kind assistant wipes the death-
damp from the brow of the dying, we cannot exist without mutual
help. All, therefore, that need aid, have right to ask it of
their fellow-mortals; no one who has the power of granting can
refuse it without guilt."
"And in this simple hope, poor maiden," said the Solitary, "thou
hast come into the desert, to seek one whose wish it were that
the league thou hast spoken of were broken for ever, and that, in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Virginibus Puerisque by Robert Louis Stevenson: ready to break the truce. To speak truth there must be moral
equality or else no respect; and hence between parent and
child intercourse is apt to degenerate into a verbal fencing
bout, and misapprehensions to become ingrained. And there is
another side to this, for the parent begins with an imperfect
notion of the child's character, formed in early years or
during the equinoctial gales of youth; to this he adheres,
noting only the facts which suit with his preconception; and
wherever a person fancies himself unjustly judged, he at once
and finally gives up the effort to speak truth. With our
chosen friends, on the other hand, and still more between
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: and beautiful; her family are famed for their intellect. If he trains her,
she may make him a better wife than any other woman would have done."
"Oh, but I can't bear it--I can't bear it!" The younger woman sat down in
the chair. "She will be his wife, and have his children."
"Yes." The elder woman moved quickly. "One wants to have the child, and
lay its head on one's breast and feed it." She moved quickly. "It would
not matter if another woman bore it, if one had it to take care of." She
moved restlessly.
"Oh, no, I couldn't bear it to be hers. When I think of her I feel as if I
were dying; all my fingers turn cold; I feel dead. Oh, you were only his
friend; you don't know!"
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