| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: he sees suddenly a light over his head in the sky; while he looks up to see
it, the gold slips from between his fingers, or sometimes another passing
takes it from them."
"Fame?"
He answered, "likely not. For the man I touch there is a path traced out
in the sand by a finger which no man sees. That he must follow. Sometimes
it leads almost to the top, and then turns down suddenly into the valley.
He must follow it, though none else sees the tracing."
"Love?"
He said, "He shall hunger for it--but he shall not find it. When he
stretches out his arms to it, and would lay his heart against a thing he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: fuss about it, or it'll be the worse for him."
"His time's up tomorrow evening!"
"Yes, but not tomorrow morning. And I wouldn't make a row about it if I
was Halket. It doesn't do to fall out with the authorities here. What's
one nigger more or less? He'll get shot some other way, or die of hunger,
if we don't do it."
"It's hardly sport to shoot a man tied up neck and legs," said the
Englishman; his finely drawn eyebrows contracting and expanding a little.
"Oh, they don't feel, these niggers, not as we should, you know. I've seen
a man going to be shot, looking full at the guns, and falling like that!--
without a sound. They've no feeling, these niggers; I don't suppose they
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: later, when darkness had come, we were attracted by the
fire. We crept cautiously and silently from tree to
tree till we got a good view of the scene.
In an open space among the trees, near to the river,
the fire was burning. About it were half a dozen
Fire-Men. Lop-Ear clutched me suddenly, and I could
feel him tremble. I looked more closely, and saw the
wizened little old hunter who had shot Broken-Tooth out
of the tree years before. When he got up and walked
about, throwing fresh wood upon the fire, I saw that he
limped with his crippled leg. Whatever it was, it was
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