| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: room was situated. 'Hallo! the old withered almond-tree has
blossomed. I can see the flowers quite plainly in the moonlight.'
'God has forgiven him,' said Virginia gravely, as she rose to her
feet, and a beautiful light seemed to illumine her face.
'What an angel you are!' cried the young Duke, and he put his arm
round her neck and kissed her.
CHAPTER VII
FOUR days after these curious incidents a funeral started from
Canterville Chase at about eleven o'clock at night. The hearse was
drawn by eight black horses, each of which carried on its head a
great tuft of nodding ostrich-plumes, and the leaden coffin was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: "I know a rock," whispered the initiated voice within the hood
secretly. "But - caution! It must be done before our men perceive
what we are about. Whom can we trust now? A knife drawn across
the fore halyards would bring the foresail down, and put an end to
our liberty in twenty minutes. And the best of our men may be
afraid of drowning. There is our little boat, but in an affair
like this no one can be sure of being saved."
The voice ceased. We had started from Barcelona with our dinghy in
tow; afterwards it was too risky to try to get her in, so we let
her take her chance of the seas at the end of a comfortable scope
of rope. Many times she had seemed to us completely overwhelmed,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine and Mucedorus by William Shakespeare: Deny thy cheerful light unto the world,
Where nothing reigns but falsehood and deceit.
What said I? falsehood? Aye, that filthy crime,
For Locrine hath forsaken Gwendoline.
Behold the heavens do wail for Gwendoline.
The shining sun doth blush for Gwendoline.
The liquid air doth weep for Gwendoline.
The very ground doth groan for Gwendoline.
Aye, they are milder than the Brittain king,
For he rejecteth luckless Gwendoline.
THRASIMACHUS.
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