| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: ground for your belief. Come now, out with it."
"I have none, commandant, except that one who can set the lives of a
dozen folk against a man's skill in shooting at birds on the wing, and
who can kill people to be a bait for those birds, is capable of
anything. Moreover, he told me that he did not love you Boers, and why
should he?"
Now, all those who were standing about seemed to be impressed with this
argument. At any rate, they turned towards Retief, anxiously waiting
for his reply.
"Doubtless," answered the commandant, who, as I have said, was irritable
that night, "doubtless those English missionaries have poisoned the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Perfect Wagnerite: A Commentary on the Niblung's Ring by George Bernard Shaw: may have become mere error; but it still claims the right to die
a natural death, and will raise its hand against the millennium
itself in self-defence if it tries to come by the short cut of
murder. Wotan finds this out when he comes face to face with
Siegfried, who is brought to a standstill at the foot of the
mountain by the disappearance of the bird. Meeting the Wanderer
there, he asks him the way to the mountain where a woman sleeps
surrounded by fire. The Wanderer questions him, and extracts his
story from him, breaking into fatherly delight when Siegfried,
describing the mending of the sword remarks, that all he knew
about the business was that the broken bits of Nothung would be
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: wondering on what grounds it rested, and whether the son was
certainly in fault.
I had been about ten days in the residencia, when there sprang up a
high and harsh wind, carrying clouds of dust. It came out of
malarious lowlands, and over several snowy sierras. The nerves of
those on whom it blew were strung and jangled; their eyes smarted
with the dust; their legs ached under the burthen of their body;
and the touch of one hand upon another grew to be odious. The
wind, besides, came down the gullies of the hills and stormed about
the house with a great, hollow buzzing and whistling that was
wearisome to the ear and dismally depressing to the mind. It did
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