| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: steep ascent. Then the angle became one of forty-five degrees, and
the had to climb. The tunnel grew so confined that Maskull was
reminded of the confined dreams of his childhood.
Not long afterward, daylight appeared. They hastened to complete the
last stage. Maskull rushed out first into the world of colours and,
all dirty and bleeding from numerous scratches, stood blinking on a
hillside, bathed in the brilliant late-afternoon sunshine. Corpang
followed closely at his heels, He was obliged to shield his eyes with
his hands for a few minutes, so unaccustomed was he to Branchspell's
blinding rays.
"The drum beats have stopped!" he exclaimed suddenly.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Critias by Plato: as the Greeks believed to have existed under the sway of the first Persian
kings. But all such empires were liable to degenerate, and soon incurred
the anger of the gods. Their Oriental wealth, and splendour of gold and
silver, and variety of colours, seemed also to be at variance with the
simplicity of Greek notions. In the island of Atlantis, Plato is
describing a sort of Babylonian or Egyptian city, to which he opposes the
frugal life of the true Hellenic citizen. It is remarkable that in his
brief sketch of them, he idealizes the husbandmen 'who are lovers of honour
and true husbandmen,' as well as the warriors who are his sole concern in
the Republic; and that though he speaks of the common pursuits of men and
women, he says nothing of the community of wives and children.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: inclination of the head and took her place at the table opposite
her father. All sat down. The coxswain of the steam launch came
up carrying some bottles of wine.
"You will allow me to have this put upon the table?" said the
lieutenant to Almayer.
"What! Wine! You are very kind. Certainly, I have none myself.
Times are very hard."
The last words of his reply were spoken by Almayer in a faltering
voice. The thought that Dain was dead recurred to him vividly
again, and he felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his
throat. He reached for the gin bottle while they were uncorking
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