| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: his glasses, and wore them more and more askew as time went on.
His hair seemed to stiffen with success, but towards the climax
it thinned greatly over the crown, and he brushed it hard back
over his ears where, however, it stuck out fiercely. It always
stuck out fiercely over his forehead, up and forward.
He adopted an urban style of dressing with the onset of
Tono-Bungay and rarely abandoned it. He preferred silk hats with
ample rich brims, often a trifle large for him by modern ideas,
and he wore them at various angles to his axis; his taste in
trouserings was towards fairly emphatic stripes and his trouser
cut was neat; he liked his frock-coat long and full, although
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato: recalled something to my mind.
PHILEBUS: What is that?
SOCRATES: I remember to have heard long ago certain discussions about
pleasure and wisdom, whether awake or in a dream I cannot tell; they were
to the effect that neither the one nor the other of them was the good, but
some third thing, which was different from them, and better than either.
If this be clearly established, then pleasure will lose the victory, for
the good will cease to be identified with her:--Am I not right?
PROTARCHUS: Yes.
SOCRATES: And there will cease to be any need of distinguishing the kinds
of pleasures, as I am inclined to think, but this will appear more clearly
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: not, but I know she's mighty popular down in the part of town where
they worship the golden calf.
"Well, about two weeks ago, Mrs. Brown stops at the door and rubbers
at me for ten minutes. I'm sitting with my side to her, striking off
some manifold copies of a copper-mine proposition for a nice old man
from Tonopah. But I always see everything all around me. When I'm hard
at work I can see things through my side-combs; and I can leave one
button unbuttoned in the back of my shirtwaist and see who's behind
me. I didn't look around, because I make from eighteen to twenty
dollars a week, and I didn't have to.
"That evening at knocking-off time she sends for me to come up to her
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