| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: The students all attended the hasty funeral on the 15th, and bought
an impressive wreath, though the latter was quite overshadowed
by the tributes sent by wealthy Arkham citizens and by the municipality
itself. It was almost a public affair, for the dean had surely
been a public benefactor. After the entombment we were all somewhat
depressed, and spent the afternoon at the bar of the Commercial
House; where West, though shaken by the death of his chief opponent,
chilled the rest of us with references to his notorious theories.
Most of the students went home, or to various duties, as the evening
advanced; but West persuaded me to aid him in "making a night
of it." West’s landlady saw us arrive at his room about two in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Edition of The Ambassadors by Henry James: "How then can I judge how vulgar it is?"
"You'll judge when I do tell you"--and he persuaded her to
patience. But it may even now frankly be mentioned that he in the
sequel never WAS to tell her. He actually never did so, and it
moreover oddly occurred that by the law, within her, of the
incalculable, her desire for the information dropped and her
attitude to the question converted itself into a positive
cultivation of ignorance. In ignorance she could humour her fancy,
and that proved a useful freedom. She could treat the little
nameless object as indeed unnameable--she could make their
abstention enormously definite. There might indeed have been for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: Like many clouds consulting for foul weather. 972
By this, far off she hears some huntsman holloa;
A nurse's song no'er pleas'd her babe so well:
The dire imagination she did follow
This sound of hope doth labour to expel; 976
For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,
And flatters her it is Adonis' voice.
Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
Being prison'd in her eye, like pearls in glass; 980
Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass
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