| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Apology by Plato: manner: You, my friend,--a citizen of the great and mighty and wise city
of Athens,--are you not ashamed of heaping up the greatest amount of money
and honour and reputation, and caring so little about wisdom and truth and
the greatest improvement of the soul, which you never regard or heed at
all? And if the person with whom I am arguing, says: Yes, but I do care;
then I do not leave him or let him go at once; but I proceed to interrogate
and examine and cross-examine him, and if I think that he has no virtue in
him, but only says that he has, I reproach him with undervaluing the
greater, and overvaluing the less. And I shall repeat the same words to
every one whom I meet, young and old, citizen and alien, but especially to
the citizens, inasmuch as they are my brethren. For know that this is the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: wished to keep it hereafter. She looked at him again and wondered
where the hot flood of feeling had gone. She could think but could
not feel, not about him nor Tara either, for she was drained of all
emotion.
"You need not go," she said clearly. "I won't have you all starve,
simply because I've thrown myself at your head. It will never
happen again."
She turned away and started back toward the house across the rough
fields, twisting her hair into a knot upon her neck. Ashley
watched her go and saw her square her small thin shoulders as she
went. And that gesture went to his heart, more than any words she
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: love songs!"
"I know nothing save that I want that violin of yours. When is
it to be mine, M'sieu Fortier?"
"Nevare, nevare!" exclaimed M'sieu, gripping on as tightly to the
case as if he feared it might be wrenched from him. "Me a
lovere, and to sell mon violon! Ah, so ver' foolish!"
"Martel," said the first speaker to his companion as they moved
on up town, "I wish you knew that little Frenchman. He's a
unique specimen. He has the most exquisite violin I've seen in
years; beautiful and mellow as a genuine Cremona, and he can make
the music leap, sing, laugh, sob, skip, wail, anything you like
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