| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: Young Gamwell stood at the foot of the ladder. The friar approached him,
opened his book, groaned, turned up the whites of his eyes,
tossed up his arms in the air, and said "Dominus vobiscum."
He then crossed both his hands on his breast under the folds
of his holy robes, and stood a few moments as if in inward prayer.
A deep silence among the attendant crowd accompanied this action
of the friar; interrupted only by the hollow tone of the death-bell,
at long and dreary intervals. Suddenly the friar threw off
his holy robes, and appeared a forester clothed in green,
with a sword in his right hand and a horn in his left.
With the sword he cut the bonds of William Gamwell, who instantly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: but like a death preliminary to life. All felt that he might sit up
at any minute.
"Stop that music!" muttered Backhouse, tottering from his chair and
facing the party. Faull touched the bell. A few more bars sounded,
and then total silence ensued.
"Anyone who wants to may approach the couch," said Backhouse with
difficulty.
Lang at once advanced, and stared awestruck at the supernatural
youth.
"You are at liberty to touch," said the medium.
But Lang did not venture to, nor did any of the others, who one by
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Madame Firmiani by Honore de Balzac: be; five francs stolen at play or five times a hundred thousand
gained by a legal trick are equally dishonoring. I will tell you
all. I feel myself degraded by the very love which has hitherto
been all my joy. There rises in my soul a voice which my
tenderness cannot stifle. Ah! I have wept to feel that I have more
conscience than love. Were you to commit a crime I would hide you
in my bosom from human justice, but my devotion could go no
farther. Love, to a woman, means boundless confidence, united to a
need of reverencing, of esteeming, the being to whom she belongs.
I have never conceived of love otherwise than as a fire in which
all noble feelings are purified still more,--a fire which develops
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