| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: straightway to my Lord that he should put a stop to what might in
time have bred mischief."
"Sir," said Myles, in an almost breathless voice, "I know not how
to believe all these things, or whether I be awake or
a-dreaming."
"Thou be'st surely enough awake," answered the old man; "but
there are other matters yet to be told. My Lord thinketh, as
others of us do--Lord George and myself--that it is now time for
thee to put away thy boyish follies, and learn those things
appertaining to manhood. Thou hast been here a year now, and hast
had freedom to do as thou might list; but, boy"--and the old
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: upon becoming an author and leaving Nassau Street, I burned no bridges
behind me, but merely filled my spare hours with writing and with showing
it to Ethel."
"It was now that the second area of perturbation of my life came to me. I
say the second, because the first had been the recent dawning belief that
Ethel thought about me when I was not there to remind her of myself. This
idea had stirred --but you will understand. And now, what was my proper,
my honourable course? It was a positive relief that at this crisis she
went to Florida. I could think more quietly. My writing had come to be
quite often accepted, sometimes even solicited. Should I speak to her,
and ask her to wait until I could put a decent roof over her head, or
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde: Of bleating sheep upon his meadows lie,
And many an earthen bowl of yellow curds
Is in his homestead for the thievish fly
To swim and drown in, the pink clover mead
Keeps its sweet store for him, and he can pipe on oaten reed.
And yet I love him not; it was for thee
I kept my love; I knew that thou would'st come
To rid me of this pallid chastity,
Thou fairest flower of the flowerless foam
Of all the wide AEgean, brightest star
Of ocean's azure heavens where the mirrored planets are!
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