| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: other was there for, the certitude had come in some fine way of its
own. Any faith, after all, has the instinct of propagation, and it
was as natural as it was beautiful that they should have taken
pleasure on the spot in the imagination of a following. If the
following was for each but a following of one it had proved in the
event sufficient. Her debt, however, of course was much greater
than his, because while she had only given him a worshipper he had
given her a splendid temple. Once she said she pitied him for the
length of his list - she had counted his candles almost as often as
himself - and this made him wonder what could have been the length
of hers. He had wondered before at the coincidence of their
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson: white man who objects to all that he sees in Samoa. And
there was of course a special verse for each one of the party
- Lloyd was called the dancing man (practically the Chief's
handsome son) of Vailima; he was also, in his character I
suppose of overseer, compared to a policeman - Belle had that
day been the almoner in a semi-comic distribution of wedding
rings and thimbles (bought cheap at an auction) to the whole
plantation company, fitting a ring on every man's finger, and
a ring and a thimble on both the women's. This was very much
in character with her native name TEUILA, the adorner of the
ugly - so of course this was the point of her verse and at a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: "What matters one horror the more!" murmured the countess; but her
master had disappeared, and the exclamation did her no injury.
Presently, in a brief lull of the storm, the countess heard the gallop
of two horses which seemed to fly across the sandy dunes by which the
castle was surrounded. The sound was quickly lost in that of the
waves. Soon she felt herself a prisoner in the vast apartment, alone
in the midst of a night both silent and threatening, and without
succor against an evil she saw approaching her with rapid strides. In
vain she sought for some stratagem by which to save that child
conceived in tears, already her consolation, the spring of all her
thoughts, the future of her affections, her one frail hope.
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