| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Russia in 1919 by Arthur Ransome: is an old Siberian exile, who visited England last summer.
He is editing a monthly magazine in Moscow, mostly
concerned with the problems of reconstrucition, and besides
that doing a lot of educational work among the labouring
classes. He is horrified at the economic position of the
country. Isolation, he thinks, is forcing Russia backwards
towards a primeval state.
"We simply cannot get things. For example, I am lecturing
on Mathematics. I have more pupils than I can deal with.
They are as greedy for knowledge as sponges for water, and
I cannot get even the simplest text-books for them. I cannot
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: Dr. Martineau was grave. "You would rather not receive her?"
"I don't want to refuse her. I don't want even to seem
heartless. I understand, of course, she has a sort of claim.
" She sobbed her reluctant admission. "I know it. I
know. . . . There was much between them."
Dr. Martineau pressed the limp hand upon the little tea
table. "I understand, dear lady," he said. "I understand. Now
. . . suppose _I_ were to write to her and arrange--I do not
see that you need be put to the pain of meeting her. Suppose
I were to meet her here myself?
"If you COULD!"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Blue Flower by Henry van Dyke: For there the deserted road which I had been following through
the Highlands ran out upon a meadow all abloom with purple
loose-strife and golden Saint-John's wort. The declining sun
cast a glory over the lonely field, and far in the corner,
nigh to the woods, there was a touch of the celestial colour:
blue of the sky seen between white clouds: blue of the sea
shimmering through faint drifts of silver mist. The hope of
finding that hue of distance and mystery embodied in a living
form, the old hope of discovering the Blue Flower rose again
in my heart. But it was only for a moment, for when I came
nearer I saw that the colour which had caught my eye came from
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