| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: O that it were to do! What have we done?
Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
[Enter SUFFOLK.]
1 MURDERER.
Here comes my lord.
SUFFOLK.
Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
1 MURDERER.
Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
SUFFOLK.
Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: influence. His spirits were boisterous, his mind exalted. He was
now at his worst; madder than he had been earlier in the night.
Mimi, trying to keep as far from him as possible, moved across the
stone floor of the turret roof, and found a niche which concealed
her. It was not far from Lady Arabella's place of hiding.
Edgar, left thus alone on the centre of the turret roof, found
himself altogether his own master in a way which tended to increase
his madness. He knew that Mimi was close at hand, though he had
lost sight of her. He spoke loudly, and the sound of his own voice,
though it was carried from him on the sweeping wind as fast as the
words were spoken, seemed to exalt him still more. Even the raging
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: in them. "That'll teach you!" he said. It was a fearful burn. I've got
the mark of it to-day.
...Well, you see, madam, he'd taken such pride in my hair. He used to sit
me up on the counter, before the customers came, and do it something
beautiful--big, soft curls and waved over the top. I remember the
assistants standing round, and me ever so solemn with the penny grandfather
gave me to hold while it was being done...But he always took the penny back
afterwards. Poor grandfather! Wild, he was, at the fright I'd made of
myself. But he frightened me that time. Do you know what I did, madam? I
ran away. Yes, I did, round the corners, in and out, I don't know how far
I didn't run. Oh, dear, I must have looked a sight, with my hand rolled up
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