| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: this farce must cease. Then we must place the true Leopold
upon the throne, or a new dictator must replace me.
"In vain I have tried to convince you that I am not the
king, and today in the cathedral so great was the tempta-
tion to take advantage of the odd train of circumstances
that had placed a crown within my reach that I all but
surrendered to it--not for the crown of gold, Butzow, but
for an infinitely more sacred diadem which belongs to him
to whom by right of birth and lineage, belongs the crown
of Lutha. I do not ask you to understand--it is not neces-
sary--but this you must know and believe: that I am not
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Smalcald Articles by Dr. Martin Luther: God; furthermore to lie, to swear by [to abuse] God's name [to
swear falsely], not to pray, not to call upon God, not to
regard [to despise or neglect] God's Word, to be disobedient
to parents, to murder, to be unchaste, to steal, to deceive,
etc.
This hereditary sin is so deep and [horrible] a corruption of
nature that no reason can understand it, but it must be
[learned and] believed from the revelation of Scriptures, Ps.
51, 5; Rom. 6, 12 ff.; Ex. 33, 3; Gen. 3, 7 ff. Hence, it is
nothing but error and blindness in regard to this article what
the scholastic doctors have taught, namely:
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: well, no, love. There are some things that a woman cannot say when
she is face to face with the man she loves; at the bare thought of
them her voice fails her, and the blood goes back to her heart;
she has no strength, no intelligence left. It hurts me to feel
like this when you are near me, and it happens often. I feel that
my heart should be wholly sincere for you; that I should disguise
no thought, however transient, in my heart; and I love the sweet
carelessness, which suits me so well, too much to endure this
embarrassment and constraint any longer. So I will tell you about
my anguish--yes, it is anguish. Listen to me! do not begin with
the little 'Tut, tut, tut,' that you use to silence me, an
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